Stoneview Estate. Leona Karr
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When they pulled into the garage at Stoneview, there wasn’t any light on in the cottage.
“Wait. I’ll walk you to the house,” Brian told Robyn.
“No need. I know the way. I’d rather say goodbye here.” She surprised him by giving him a lingering kiss on the lips. Then she turned away quickly and disappeared into the shadows of the overhanging trees planted along the walk.
Brian headed in the opposite direction toward the cottage. He was only halfway there when Robyn’s scream cut through the air like a knife.
Calling her name, he streaked toward the back of the house. When the porch light came into view, he saw her. She was standing at the bottom of the back stairs, shivering and staring at the screen door.
A huge funeral wreath hung there.
The flowers and leaves were dead.
Death at Stoneview was printed on a tattered black banner.
Stoneview Estate
Leona Karr
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With thanks to Joan Biederman, a gracious
and generous lady who inspired this novel.
With affection to Scott McClane,
a very special and talented friend.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A native of Colorado, Leona (Lee) Karr is the author of nearly forty books. Her favorite genres are romantic suspense and inspirational romance. After graduating from the University of Colorado with a B.A. and the University of Northern Colorado with an M.A. degree, she taught as a reading specialist until her first book was published in 1980. She has been on the Waldenbooks bestseller list and nominated by Romantic Times for Best Romantic Saga and Best Gothic Author. She has been honored as the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writer of the Year, and received Colorado’s Romance Writer of the Year Award. Her books have been reprinted in more than a dozen foreign countries. She is a presenter at numerous writing conferences and has taught college courses in creative writing.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Robyn Valcourt—Living in a house of secrets became a terrifying nightmare. She trusted only one man to rescue her.
Brian Donovan—Would his investigation bring justice to a kidnapper and murderer? And when he revealed his identity to Robyn, could she forgive his lies?
Lynette Valcourt—The party for her one-hundred-year-old house sets the scene for disaster.
Heather Fox—The murdered nursemaid whose spirit seems unable to let go of Stoneview Estate.
Nick Bellows—Was he more than a caretaker and friend to the murdered nursemaid, Heather Fox?
Todd Parker—He wanted a deeper romantic relationship with Lynette’s beautiful granddaughter, Robyn.
John Parker—Was the influential lawyer responsible for a carefully guarded secret?
Becky Sheldon—A determined young girl with her own agenda.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter One
“Isn’t that a grand idea, Robyn? A birthday party for a one-hundred-year-old house?”
Robyn Valcourt searched her sixty-five-year-old grandmother’s expression. She had to be kidding! “A birthday party, for a house?”
“Why not?” Lynette answered readily. “Houses take on the spirit of the people who live in them. I think it would be fascinating to honor lives that were lived under the same roof.”
Robyn wasn’t so sure, maybe because she didn’t share her grandmother’s feelings about Stoneview. Robin hadn’t found anything warm and appealing about the old mansion when she’d come to live with her widowed grandmother as a teenager. As a child of parents in the foreign service, Robyn had bounced all over the world, living in one embassy after another. After her parents were killed in a plane crash in southern France, she’d gratefully accepted her grandmother’s invitation to come and live with her at Stoneview for her last two years of high school.
The estate encompassed thickly wooded areas and a wide expanse of shoreline along Lake Chataqua, Maine. Historians speculated that an ancient glacier was responsible for digging out the lake bed and scattering enormous boulders near the estate, giving Stoneview its name. In the shadow of tall red oak trees, the mansion stood rather aloof in the center of landscaped grounds sloping down to the water.
From the moment Robyn had stepped through the front door of the house she’d fought a foreboding sense of uneasiness. Large rooms on the main floor were somber and dark, with heavy stone fireplaces and thick-beamed ceilings. A warren of shadowy halls and stairways connected the main floor with the basement, the second floor bedrooms and the attic.
When she was a girl, unseen presences had seemed to lurk in the shadows as Robyn passed through echoing rooms and halls. She imagined muffled, threatening whispers following her as she hurried down the stairs from her bedroom to the warmth of the kitchen and adjoining breakfast room at the back of the house.
Her grandmother’s excitement about bringing back the people who had lived there off and on for the last hundred years failed to strike a positive note with Robyn. She pretended an interest in the weird idea that she didn’t feel.
Robyn was on spring break from her teaching duties at a private women’s college in Portland, Maine. They were sitting on the terrace of her grandmother’s winter home in Florida, and Robyn was enjoying the brush of warm, tanning sun upon her winter-pale skin. Hot-pink shorts were a delightful change from her professional wardrobe of tailored suits in subdued shades of green and beige, which toned down the fiery shades of her chestnut hair. They’d been talking about the family mansion, Stoneview, when her grandmother excitedly revealed her latest brainstorm.
“We’ll invite members of the families who have lived in the mansion since it was built in 1905. I’ve already begun the process of tracking down addresses.”