When hardheaded young Carla Tregellas inherits a mansion on the Cornish coast, she is inclined to scoff at its pull on her. She's unimpressed by her resemblance to ancestress Caroline--who was swept away by some sort of family mascot (a merman? a seal-man? a demon lover?) that is supposed to carry off the daughter of the house every 200 years. Lo and behold, it's 200 years this Midsummer Eve, and Carla's superstitious old housekeeper warns her to split, but Carla cannot. Not only is she enchanted by the old house, but there are five, count them, five charming suitors in the shrubbery: a doctor, a lawyer, a ballet dancer, a real-estate developer, and the vicar. As it becomes clear that someone, possibly one of the five, is willing to kill to get Carla out of Cornwall, she digs in her heels, come what may--especially when she learns that she has as much to fear from drug smugglers as an ancient curse. Love among the megaliths and monsters--sounds silly, reads nifty; that's why we're always happy to wait for what will come from Barbara Michaels (Wings of the Falcon, 1977).