The tiny New Brunswick village was a lifetime away from the world of a New York fashion model. but a freak accident had sent Holly Howe there to recover in seclusion...and to work at the only job she could find---as a servant at Cliff House. Sitting high above the bay, the gloomy mansion was filled with priceless antiques, a bedridden old woman, and things that go bump in the night.

Holly didn't believe in ghosts, but she knew something eerie was happening when the moon was full and the legendary tides came sweeping in from the sea. Who was lurking about the darkened mansion? What was the strange buoy light bobbing off shore? Why was a handsome young craftsman becoming a regular visitor? And why did the ebony eyes of the withered old crone upstairs suddenly stare back at Holly---wide, clear, and luminously gray?