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Deadly Charade
Betsy Vaughn, a beautiful young art expert, was hired by Mr. Dalton's secretary to appraise the valuables in the Dalton Mansion. But when she arrived at the looming house, she felt a dark foreboding she could not explain.
The servants warned her not to get involved in the strange doings of the house. But Betsy grew more and more curious ... until the full meaning of her perilous assignment confronted her in the guise of a woman's hollow laughter — an invitation to death!
I tried to read this book, like I try to read all of the Gothic Romance Paperbacks I find in thrift stores. But it was as difficult to plow through the boring interior as it was easy to be enticed by the thrilling blurb.
Assignment: The contents of Gothic Romance Paperbacks never, ever sustain the mysterious spell of their covers. Explain why this deception makes the trashy little things even more fascinating.
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From the back of "The Haunting at Martini Manor":
Socialite Mavis Martini tried to eschew the unexplainable pull of her anscestral home, Martini Manor, had over her. The haunting house, perched upon the rocky Maine kraygs overlooking the tempus tossed ocean called out to her in a cloying haunting fashion that drowned out the partylike din of Monte Carlo. And with each trip home, the knawing feelings of dread and doubt clawed at her at the marrow of very soul, leaving her with just one question: "Why?"
From the back of "Return to Ville d'TJB"
Try as he might, TJB could not forget or forgive his childhood in New Jersey. But upon leaving the Garden State, he vowed that no one would ever know that angst of childhood at Masion d'Todd, his family's Victorian Manse in which his family kept "that whose name could never be said aloud." And then in the middle of one night, in between two bolts of lightning and their terrific claps of thunder, the phone rang. "Master TBJ," the familiar voice said, "it is Albert. Sir, 'She' is asking for you, and demands your prescience, immediately." Able to deny, almost anyone else, 'She' was the exception to that rule. He had to go and face Mimi Hines once more.
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my comment is: no comment.
Isn't bodice-ripping a compulsory move in these books, like a double axel in figure skating?
Very accurate, except that Martini Manor is actually a double-wide overlooking a fetid tidal swamp. That "partylike din" is the redneck neighbors "whooooooooeeeeeee"-in' after an afternoon mud-bog.
Yes, my marrow cries "WHY?"
I find symbolism everywhere. Blame it on all of the LSD I took, but the authoress is Melissa Napier and our coolest man of the week is none other than Alan "Alfred the Butler" Napier?!
Sorry, I get sidetracked.
Maybe Dalton Mansion is a pseudonym for Wayne Manor.
From the back of "The Secrets of Lethalwyck"
As the train drew closer to the station at Lethalwyckton, Donna Lethal felt an over whelming sense of foreboding mixed with ennui. Lethalwyck, the castle built by her ancestor Ceasar d'Lethal, held as many memories as it did questions left unanswered. But it was the sight of her family retainer, Alfred, on the train platform that told her that one terrible secret had been solved, and only she could release it from its tortured anguish."
I gave Miss Donna many secrets to reveal. Because it is then and only then that she can be free to give herself to the brooding, muscular Trask Fontaine. Trask! The name brings such sweet anguish! In her her she knows that he is the only man who can at once tame her puritan ways, and at the same time unshackle her wanton desires that would allow her to become a WOMAN.
Ah, Trask. His muscles, his dark and brooding good looks, HIS secret past, his inherited fortune from that mysterious (vampiric?) southern gothic family ... and his resemblance to a young Robert Loggia.
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