Portrait of Errin

A shattering reversal of fortune had torn beautiful well-born Erin March from the arms of her fiancé and exiled her from glittering Regency London to remote Cornwall. Her uncle’s reckless gambling had left her penniless, and dependent on the generosity of her distant relationship, March Trevelyn, master of the medieval estate of White Cloisters.

Instead of being swept up in the romantic intrigues of fashionable society, Erin found herself in a labyrinth of emotions extending from the dark past. Instead of enjoying a delightful engagement to a dashing army officer, she was drawn into agreeing to a marriage of convenience to a man embittered by the wounds inflicted on his unbending pride. It was only when Erin allowed herself to be tempted by the attentions of a handsome gallant, and in turn saw her husband-to-be fall into the designing hands of a vengeful rival, that Erin realized that the man she had fiercely resented was the man she now loved. But Erin wondered if the revelation had come too late. A prisoner of the past, she was tormented by the portrait of a long dead ancestress whose cruel fate might be her own. For the picture, although painted more than a hundred years before, was a portrait of Errin.