Susanna’s husband is dead, and all she feels is relief. Or, rather, relief is what she would feel, if his death hadn’t left her penniless and in jeopardy of losing her estate. And then there is that other small matter she would prefer not to think about — someone is leaving her anonymous love notes, and the writer is growing bolder by the day.

It seems that everything is going wrong for Susanna, until Benedict Stanton, railway magnate and the man she has secretly loved since childhood, appears like her own personal knight on a white horse with an offer to help. But the gentleman she hopes will solve all her problems soon sparks complications of his own, chief amongst them an insatiable lust that proves as all-consuming as it is dangerous.

Because there is someone watching from the shadows, someone willing to kill to make Susanna his.

Someone who has, perhaps, killed before . . .