Mistress of Moontide Manor

A chilly winter mist rolled in from the ocean as Joellen James made her way along the boardwalk of Atlantic City, past darkened pleasure palaces and abandoned bath houses. Penniless and alone, Joellen was grateful for the opportunity to live in the infant resort and work as a "printer's devil" in her uncle's small shop. But when she

A chilly winter mist rolled in from the ocean as Joellen James made her way along the boardwalk of Atlantic City, past darkened pleasure palaces and abandoned bath houses. Penniless and alone, Joellen was grateful for the opportunity to live in the infant resort and work as a "printer's devil" in her uncle's small shop. But when she arrived at the darkened frame house, she found no warming family. She found her uncle, slumped to the floor. Alone once more, in a hostile, unfriendly town, Joellen was astonished by the rush of warmth she felt when she met the handsome entrepreneur, Taylor Lorillard. Determined to hate him for turning picturesque Atlantic City into a commercialized circus, Joellen tried in vain to deny her rising passions. She refused to heed the warning signs - the veiled threats, the averted glances, the whispered insinuations, for she yearned to visit Moontide Manor and waltz in Taylor Lorillard's arms. But as Joellen stepped out onto the wooden pier that led to the moon-drenched mansion, someone was following her. And the tide was about to turn.