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Roseheath
LEGACY OF TERROR
Suzanne was a Wyncourt in name only. An adopted child, she hardly expected to become sole heiress to her grandmother’s vast estate. Now, as the new mistress of Roseheath, Suzanne finds she has also inherited the hatred of her cousins, who consider themselves the rightful heirs. A strange pattern of violence begins to weave itself around the huge, old mansion and Suzanne knows that someone close by is intent upon her destruction.
Does she dare turn to Sarne, the handsome young Scandinavian married to Magda, her selfish, grasping cousin? He is well aware of Suzanne’s secret love for him. Would he use that love to betray her to her unknown enemy?
Or should she trust Justin, the amiable young sculptor who has declared himself hopelessly in love with her? Or is he too part of the macabre plot against her?
Suzanne was a Wyncourt in name only. An adopted child, she hardly expected to become sole heiress to her grandmother’s vast estate. Now, as the new mistress of Roseheath, Suzanne finds she has also inherited the hatred of her cousins, who consider themselves the rightful heirs. A strange pattern of violence begins to weave itself around the huge, old mansion and Suzanne knows that someone close by is intent upon her destruction.
Does she dare turn to Sarne, the handsome young Scandinavian married to Magda, her selfish, grasping cousin? He is well aware of Suzanne’s secret love for him. Would he use that love to betray her to her unknown enemy?
Or should she trust Justin, the amiable young sculptor who has declared himself hopelessly in love with her? Or is he too part of the macabre plot against her?
- GenresGothicGothic Romance
191 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1969
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About the author
Katherine Troy
13 books2 followersEdith Arundel Buxton
aka Edith Arundel, Anne Maybury & Katherine Troy
Her maiden surname was Arundel. Her ancestors were said to have come to England with the Norman Conquest and she was proud of the heritage which did seem to imbue her with a perceptive appreciation of history. The love of poetry which remained with her always was inherited from her father, a distinguished poet of his time. Her mother was a musician who died at an early age.
She was a writer of romantic suspense whose novels earned her world-wide acclaim and an enormous following. She was particularly popular in the United States. Her finest gift was for lyrical prose and she used her delight in colour and drama to such effect that the reader was immediately plunged into the story and held enthralled.
Her early novels were written also under the pennames of Edith Arundel and Katherine Troy, but it is as Anne Maybury that she will be remembered. She was a true professional who did not believe in wasting time. A promised deadline was adhered to and all social engagements regretfully cancelled. She developed early in life the profound interest in human behaviour and intrigue which was to prove a valuable asset to her writing. Also in good measure she retained the attribute so necessary to an author, a lively curiosity. She travelled widely and brought a sense of adventure into her books derived often from personal experiences of a bizarre kind. She seemed to attract excitement and used to say that she had met more than one murderer during her travels around the world. As a writer she was stylish, and this quality extended to her personality, which was full of vivid charm, lightened by a sparkling sense of fun.
Generous with her time to aspiring writers, she also loved literary chat with her peers. She was interested in new writing as well as the classics and read widely, keeping up with developments. She was a vice-president of both the Romantic Novelists Association and the Society of Women Writers and Journalists. Almost until his death she regularly attended meetings and gave time and care to helping the members and the causes in which they believe. She was a remarkable writer and a good friend and companion.
aka Edith Arundel, Anne Maybury & Katherine Troy
Her maiden surname was Arundel. Her ancestors were said to have come to England with the Norman Conquest and she was proud of the heritage which did seem to imbue her with a perceptive appreciation of history. The love of poetry which remained with her always was inherited from her father, a distinguished poet of his time. Her mother was a musician who died at an early age.
She was a writer of romantic suspense whose novels earned her world-wide acclaim and an enormous following. She was particularly popular in the United States. Her finest gift was for lyrical prose and she used her delight in colour and drama to such effect that the reader was immediately plunged into the story and held enthralled.
Her early novels were written also under the pennames of Edith Arundel and Katherine Troy, but it is as Anne Maybury that she will be remembered. She was a true professional who did not believe in wasting time. A promised deadline was adhered to and all social engagements regretfully cancelled. She developed early in life the profound interest in human behaviour and intrigue which was to prove a valuable asset to her writing. Also in good measure she retained the attribute so necessary to an author, a lively curiosity. She travelled widely and brought a sense of adventure into her books derived often from personal experiences of a bizarre kind. She seemed to attract excitement and used to say that she had met more than one murderer during her travels around the world. As a writer she was stylish, and this quality extended to her personality, which was full of vivid charm, lightened by a sparkling sense of fun.
Generous with her time to aspiring writers, she also loved literary chat with her peers. She was interested in new writing as well as the classics and read widely, keeping up with developments. She was a vice-president of both the Romantic Novelists Association and the Society of Women Writers and Journalists. Almost until his death she regularly attended meetings and gave time and care to helping the members and the causes in which they believe. She was a remarkable writer and a good friend and companion.
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September 25, 2024
A young woman named Suzanne inherits a huge mansion, but once she takes ownership, mysterious accident start happening to her. As is typical of these stories, the house has various other people living in it who see no reason to leave, so Suzanne "inherits" them too (along with the house's many priceless and SIGNIFICANT artifacts), and they are the usual bunch of suspicious, grumpy and belligerent adversaries. As well as a couple of them being possible love interests, of course. The perils facing Suzanne include some curtains falling on her head, and a pile of stone blocks that topple over (near her, not on her) when she steps on a creaky floorboard. Big deal. The only set-piece that had some suspense was a short section where Suzanne tries to save her cat in a watery cave, which I enjoyed.
The heroine's main love interest is a problem in this story, because he's married. And yet when he gets Suzanne alone, he turns to her and says something like "Don't look at me that way, or else I will have no choice but to make love to you!". To which she acquiesces, only for him to say "Dash it all!" (or similar) and push her off. She then runs upstairs, flings herself onto her bed, and bursts into tears. Do other readers find this type of thing thrilling? I certainly did not.
The heroine's main love interest is a problem in this story, because he's married. And yet when he gets Suzanne alone, he turns to her and says something like "Don't look at me that way, or else I will have no choice but to make love to you!". To which she acquiesces, only for him to say "Dash it all!" (or similar) and push her off. She then runs upstairs, flings herself onto her bed, and bursts into tears. Do other readers find this type of thing thrilling? I certainly did not.
October 28, 2022
Suzanne Wyncourt inherits Roseheath, a charming mansion in Somerset, after her grandmother's death and thus trouble starts. Suzanne was adopted by a child and has never felt truly part of the Wyncourts, proprietors of a famous glasshouse. Soon after the inheritance, Suzanne begins to suspect that someone wants to do her out of her legacy. But which one of her cousins could it be? Or could it be Sarne, the Scandinavian head of her firm on whom she's nursed a not-so-secret crush for several years? There's no great suspense about the culprits in "Roseheath," which displays Katherine Troy, aka Anne Maybury's by-this-time practiced hand at gaslighting. What sets "Roseheath" apart is how thoroughly Suzanne is menaced, turning up the volume on earlier efforts such as "The Winds of Night," "Stay Until Tomorrow," and "Shadow of a Stranger"—and, thankfully, making the hero less of a jerk than is typical for the author. Like all Maybury/Troy heroines, Suzanne redeems herself for the reader by not being drippy or stupid.
February 5, 2019
Suzanne Wyncourt is the new mistress of Roseheath. She is, according to her grandmother’s will, the sole owner of the stately English home and holds a substantial share in the family glassworks. Her cousins, Oliver and Magda, are infuriated. The inheritance is rightfully theirs. The house and its possessions, the family business, are theirs; Suzanne is an intruder.
Under Katherine Troy’s deft hand, events fall into a zigzag pattern of increasing tension and suspense. Oliver is killed, and Suzanne is the victim of a series of bewildering accidents. She finds herself torn between her love for Magda’s husband and her fear that he might possibly be her unknown assailant.
Drawn to the giant mouths of the caves that surround the estate, Suzanne falls to an underground lake. Trapped on a ledge in the pitch dark, she hears a voice softly mocking her. Katherine Troy uses the same clever plotting she displayed in Farramonde to bring her new novel to its unusual conclusion. (from the book)
Under Katherine Troy’s deft hand, events fall into a zigzag pattern of increasing tension and suspense. Oliver is killed, and Suzanne is the victim of a series of bewildering accidents. She finds herself torn between her love for Magda’s husband and her fear that he might possibly be her unknown assailant.
Drawn to the giant mouths of the caves that surround the estate, Suzanne falls to an underground lake. Trapped on a ledge in the pitch dark, she hears a voice softly mocking her. Katherine Troy uses the same clever plotting she displayed in Farramonde to bring her new novel to its unusual conclusion. (from the book)
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