When the whispers in the night, the whispers of her lover, are the
whispers of a killer, will Margot escape before she becomes the
next victim?

Deep in the foothills of Red Rock Canyon, a serial killer stalks.
He leaves his signature—a skull mask on the corpse. But when
the homicide cop realizes the crimes are the reenactment of a
case never solved ten years ago--all fingers point to Michael
DeVeccio. And when Margot realizes she is married to the killer,
her life becomes a living nightmare.
Suspecting her affair with Carlos, he had surveillance equipment installed all over
the mansion. Once he showed her the very graphic video of her and his uncle
going at it in the satin-lined coffin, he’d used it to his advantage.

Michael suspected his uncle knew more about his parents’ accident than he’d let
on, but couldn’t prove a thing. Desperate to uncover the truth, Michael blackmailed
Candace into getting Carlos to confess on tape. If she failed, she’d be killed. Stuck
between a rock and a hard spot, Candace had done things to the old coot that
disgusted even her. But those things had made the old man sing like a canary and
the taped confession had saved her life. After her mission was a done deal,
Michael kicked her out of Vegas and told her if she ever returned, he would rip her
lungs out.

Reaching Carlos DeVeccio’s bedroom, she got a little thrill as old memories
surfaced. Just a few more seconds and she’d fall into the arms of her lover. She
smiled to herself. She had returned to Vegas for a reason. She was flat broke. But
after tonight, Michael would be her ticket back into the world of luxury. Then she’d
be mistress of the manor once more. And more to the point, she’d have access to
his billion dollar bank roll.

With a devious smile, she pushed her way through the heavy mahogany door.
Crossing the threshold, she entered the house of horrors. Carlos DeVeccio had
been a real nut, one straight out of the books. But with her fetish for face masks,
she loved his collection and had often come into his wing just to admire them.
What a thrill it had been to have sex in the coffin, howling along with the werewolf.
Some might think it a bit kinky, but they didn’t know what they were missing. Calling
out to her lover, her pulse quickened a beat. “Michael? Are you here yet, darling?”

That’s when she heard it, manic laughter from the final circle of hell. A slither of
fear trickled down her spine, releasing a wild rush of adrenaline. Carlos?

She thought about the death of Lacy Diamond. Two Ninja assassinations were no
coincidence. Sensing danger, she felt for her sword. It was gone. Panic soared
through her. Where the hell was it?

The laughter got louder and louder, moving in closer and closer. It seemed to be
bouncing off the walls. She couldn’t tell from which direction it was coming. Just
then, the bell in the tower gonged, thundering off the walls like canon balls.
Instinctively, she covered her ears with her hands. Where the hell was Michael?

Evil eyes from the face masks followed her every move. She had to escape this
hell before it was too late. She couldn’t think over the gonging of the bell. Every
few seconds, the werewolf howled at the moon. She screamed, even though she
knew no one would ever hear her. Floundering in wild disarray, disoriented by the
darkness and relentless gonging, she searched in vain for the door. Her arms
swam in mid-air, like a person drowning, desperate for an anchor, something to
hold onto. She reached out and grabbed at nothing. She had to find a way out of
this mausoleum of the living dead before it was too late. Where the hell was

The laughter got closer. Perspiration drenched her skin. The chilling laughter
echoed in her ears, louder and louder, closer and closer. The bell in the bell tower
broke through the thin filament of sanity she had left. The werewolf open his mouth
and howled at the moon. Where was Michael? He’d know what to do. He was a
master swordsman. His fencing skills were extraordinary. He could wield a Ninja
star with his eyes closed and hit the mark. Where was he?

Blood thundered in her ears, but not loud enough to block out the manic laughter.
It was close but she couldn’t see a thing. She wished she had her sword. She
turned to run; it was too late. She heard a distinct click. The killer had just
depressed the button on her Zorro sword, releasing the thirty-seven inch blade.
His psychotic laughter reached an ear-splitting crescendo just as the bell in the
tower gonged out its last chime. From the dark shadows, Valentino pounced, her
Zorro sword gleaming in the moonlight.

“Surprise!” he thrust the sword into her heart. “I promised to make you scream,
darling Candace. Let me hear you scream.”
Mask of the Betrayer
Sharon Donovan
Book Reviews
"I just finished Sharon Donovan's Mask of The
Betrayer and it blew me away.
I couldn't put it down and kept thinking. What
would I do????? One of the best reads I have
had in an awfully long time!"
-Mary R

"Could this book become a movie, and Michael
DeVeccio the next Freddy Krueger? Oh, yeah,
but don't ask me to watch it. The book terrified
me all by itself."
-Miss Mae

"Ms. Donovan has written a gripping suspense-
thriller meant to charm and chill her readers.
During the day you’ll run background checks
on everyone you know and meet. Nights will
offer no respite, bringing only maniacal
laughter with its starlit skies."
-Susan S., guest
reviewer, Love Romance Passion

"There was twists and turns throughout the
book that made it even more exciting. This was
one of the best books that I have read this
year! I cannot wait to see what happens to
Margot in the next book of the series."

"For all of the character depth, plot twists and
intriguing lifestyles, this story remains fast-
paced throughout. You will simply not want to
stop turning the pages: There's more to it than
just suspense, just mystery, or just romance;
but all those layers of meaning and
suggestions are so cleverly imparted that the
story never slows for a second."
-J. Thomas
LASR reviewer
Fiction-Psychological Thriller/Suspense

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