Welcome to the town of Fairy Cove. In this town, as in many others, there are myths and legends. The most famous is Fairy Cove's Night Man. The town fostered stories to sell tourists ball caps, shirts, and mugs. At times, the businesses even hired a man to act the part, roaming the town at night, dressed in rags and a shaggy wig, fascinating the tourists.
Cyd Callahan had a hard childhood. Now grown, she worked in real estate. To Cyd, the Night Man was real! Since childhood he haunted her dreams and she still never left her home after dark. He peeked into her window at night. The mornings afterward, Cyd found little carved fairies and ugly gnomes on her doorstep. Little reminders that he was watching her and that someday he would kill her.
Ewan Locklain held Cyd many nights when they were little. He rocked her as her little body trembled in fear. At eighteen, he made sure his sister, Hallie, was safe from their aunt, Angela Greer, and left town. He returned to find Cyd a grown woman, one he wanted to hold onto for totally different reasons than before. He purchased Lochlain Boat Shop, which his father used to own, and settled in to stay. It was a prime piece of property that Cyd had her eye on for some time now She was determined that Ewan would sell to her. And Ewan looked forward to their encounters. He could tell that Cyd still feared the Night Man, a myth. He was determined to find out why. At the same time, his sister was having problems with her ex-husband, Allan. Allan wanted something from Hallie. The fact that Angela was involved just made things worse. During it all, the Night Man watched and soon he would make his final move.
***** Here is a novel that has the perfect combination of romance and suspense. From the first page this story grabbed hold of me. Whenever I was not reading it, I was thinking about it. It was never far from my mind. That is the work of talent! Highly recommended reading! *****
Reviewed by Detra Fitch of Huntress Reviews.
on 15 May 2004
i disagree with the previous review,i got to page 114, before i realised that nothing was happening and i was very bored with the whole thing. it's a shame because i really have enjoyed some of cait london's work in the past.
try as hard as i might, i just can't get into this book.