In the falling dark ... No longer was Brierwood the sanctuary Rose Quennel had cherished all her young life. Her beloved home had become a place of whispering shadows and blossoming fear. Night after night, against her will, a faceless figure crept into her room, into her very dreams, murmuring to her, caressing her, tempting her to taste unknown pleasures and unsuspected desires ... And it was clear that the shadows had begun to spread over Brierwood the day Taylor Wolfe had arrived. The strange, bitter man seemed to haunt her every waking moment —- but could he also be the night creature who had taken possession of her dreams? Her heart cried out against the thought —- even as she trembled at the coming darkness ...