Devil’s Lair by Sarah Barrie
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB |1.4 Mb
Devil’s Lair : A lonely widow, a sinister act, a remote mansion with a dark past…
After the violent death of her husband, Callie Jones retreats to a cottage in the grounds of an old mansion in Tasmania. The relative remoteness of the place and the wild beauty of the Tasmanian landscape are a balm to her shattered nerves and the locals seem friendly, particularly horseman Connor Atherton and his siblings at the nearby property, Calico Lodge.
But all is not well: the old mansion has a sinister past, one associated with witchcraft and murder. As Callie is threatened by odd events in the night and strange dreams overtake her sleep, she begins to doubt her own sanity. What’s really going on beneath the surface of this apparently peaceful town? Are her friends and neighbours really who they seem? As events escalate, Callie starts to realise that the mansion may hold the key to unlocking the mystery, but the truth might have as much power to destroy as it does to save.
“‘That’s quite a job you’ve got ahead of you,’ a friendly voice remarked.
‘Mrs Bates, good morning,’ Callie said to the woman staying in room five. ‘How are you enjoying your weekend?’
‘Everything’s perfect, dear. Which is why we come back every year—well that, and to restock the wine cellar,’ Mrs Bates said, eyes full of fun.
‘Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to make you some breakfast this morning?’
‘We’re eating on the fly, but I’ll take you up on one of your delicious omelettes tomorrow.’
‘The gardens always look so beautiful here. You do a remarkable job.’
‘I enjoy it,’ Callie said. ‘Landscaping used to be my job but then I married and—’ she smiled, added a little lift of her shoulders, ‘—plans changed.’
‘Well, I just think that’s wonderful. A husband to love you, a beautiful home and business, and all these incredible gardens to play with. You’re living a fairy tale!’
‘I pinch myself occasionally,’ Callie agreed. ‘How is Gerard doing?’
‘Getting fat!’ Mrs Bates said of her son. ‘Being one of the top food critics in the country certainly doesn’t help the waistline! Did you happen to catch his review of that new restaurant down the road from here?’
‘Yes,’ Callie said and bit down on her grin. ‘It was a little rough.’
‘It was abysmal,’ Mrs Bates corrected. ‘I told him he would have been better off coming here.’
Callie laughed. ‘For bacon and eggs?’”