The House at the End of the Moor

A Gothic Tale of Justice Gone Wrong 

Today’s the day. A new book baby is born. The House at the End of the Moor is my newest release with a bit of a gothic flair. My favorite book ever is Jane Eyre, and this is a tribute, of sorts, to the great Charlotte Bronte. But there’s also a wink and a nod to Les Miserables.

Here’s a blurb:

What Can a London Opera Star and an Escaped Dartmoor Prisoner Have in Common?
 
Opera star Maggie Lee escapes her opulent lifestyle when threatened by a powerful politician who aims to ruin her life. She runs off to the wilds of the moors to live in anonymity. All that changes the day she discovers a half-dead man near her house. Escaped convict Oliver Ward is on the run to prove his innocence, until he gets hurt and is taken in by Maggie. He discovers some jewels in her possession—the very same jewels that got him convicted. Together they hatch a plan to return the jewels, clearing Oliver’s name and hopefully maintaining Maggie’s anonymity.