Aristide Pompasse is dead. But the evil in the great
artist's soul still haunts the vineyards and lurks in the
corners of his Tuscan villa. Known as much for his
fabulous portraits as his penchant for young mistresses,
Pompasse had not let anyone go until Charlie, his young
wife, had managed to escape.
Now Charlie is back, to lay old ghosts to rest, to find
the answers to who she was, to make peace with her past
and her future. And there is no room in that peaceful
future for a dangerous man like Connor Maguire.
Maguire knows what he wants. He is about to break the
biggest story of his life — Pompasse's murder — and damn
anyone who gets in his way. So why can't he keep his eyes
and his hands off the old man's widow?
In the old house, where murder is a whisper away, and
desire a dance in the moonlight, nothing is quite as it
seems . . .