Stories can be found anywhere. How difficult is it to write them? How dangerous is it to be part of one?
Indie author Susanna Penrith inherited a house in historic Eustice Cove from a father she never knew. Little did she dream that his simple gesture would lead to murder, mayhem, obsession, and a centuries-old secret.
Susanna's biological father was a local historian and author. The research done for his last manuscript cost him his life, which has many of the residents concerned about its contents. Does it point to any of their families? The problem is that the manuscript is missing and Susanna has no idea where to look. Something else troubles her - why does a Eustice Cove minister seem overly-interested in her abilities to find it, finish the research, complete the novel, and help prove that the town's legends may be based in fact?