A woman who bought a young man's love! That was Beatrice Templer... an aging widow who toook one look at dazzling Michael Kinman and knew what she needed. It was easy. Beatrice had plenty of money. The Kinmans led a brittle, shallow, sophisticated life. Michael kept his mistresses, Beatrice held the purse strings. Then one warm, hazy evening Beatrice gave a party. Surrounded by her guests, she took a glass of wine and without warning died, calling her husband's name. Accident? Suicide? Murder? There was no obvious answer. For the truth --- as terrifying as it was weird --- lay in the darkest, most sinister regions of human lust.
A woman who bought a young man's love! That was Beatrice Templer... an aging widow who toook one look at dazzling Michael Kinman and knew what she needed. It was easy. Beatrice had plenty of money. The Kinmans led a brittle, shallow, sophisticated life. Michael kept his mistresses, Beatrice held the purse strings. Then one warm, hazy evening Beatrice gave a party. Surrounded by her guests, she took a glass of wine and without warning died, calling her husband's name. Accident? Suicide? Murder? There was no obvious answer. For the truth --- as terrifying as it was weird --- lay in the darkest, most sinister regions of human lust.