Night Womanby Nancy Price
In the dark of night, throughout Nebraska's blinding winters and in the suffocating heat of its summers, Mary Eliot wrote the novels that made her husband famous. The acclaim, the crowds, university tenure, rumors of a Pulitzer�all the honors fell to Randal, whose mental breakdowns only added to his literary aura. But for twenty years it was Mary, sweet long-suffering Mary, whose burning, secret gift kept the family together. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health�Mary lived by those vows. Let other, more selfish women cut and run. She had children to raise, a husband to protect, bills to pay�and she believed, no way to escape.
Then suddenly, tragically, Randal's car crashed on an icy winter road. Mary was now the famous widow, free at last of care and worry, ensconced in a wonderful new house of her very own. Writing books that were "found" after Randal's death, she assured her financial future. Yet she dreamed of announcing to the world that it was she, Mary Quinn Eliot, who deserved the fame, the respect, the adulation�
Mary did not dare to dream of love. But it came to her in the passionate attentions of Paul Anderson, an intense younger man who penetrated her reserve and brought her to sensual fulfillment she had known only as a bride. Eager to share the secret she guarded for so long, Mary was thwarted by Paul's growing obsessions and bewildered by the sudden, brutal outbursts of his temper�storms that barely hinted at the secret violence of his past. Paul had grandiose ambitions that no one would deny. And Mary could not know that in the truth she longed to reveal lay the sinister beginnings of her own destruction�
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Nancy Price has written a gripping tale of a woman who hides her literary genius by writing books for which her unstable husband takes credit. Unfortunately, when our heroine's husband is killed in a car crash, she moves on to another man who's an even bigger lunatic than the dearly departed. Nancy Price knows how to keep the reader's nose buried in her book, but doesn't show the non-stop talent of Mary, the lead character. For some reason, the novel starts out sounding like it's aimed at the barely literate - at one point a character actually says, 'Look, look!' at the sight of a beautiful building. By the middle of the story, this Dick-and-Jane style has faded, however, and the reader is left with a literate and highly engagimg thriller.