Jack Palermo’s mind is bent on avenging the death of his brother, killed by a gang of outlaws. Jack’s heart has known goodness only in that brother and their deceased mother, until he meets Lina. Lina Gaitan, her parents killed on the trail when she was twelve, now lives and teaches in Wylder’s Catholic orphanage. Appreciating her pious life, she still yearns for adventure—and romance. On a nature walk with her students, Lina finds Jack shot and left for dead. As she nurses him back to health, they become friends, then engage in stolen passionate moments. But Jack wants a vendetta, while Lina is too good for his world. How can she make him see revenge will rob him of the future they could have together?

The marriage of Mark Wylder and Dorkas Brenden is supposed to end a history of arguments between the two families. However, both people involved do not seem to like the idea. Before the wedding, Mark disappears. But to where? And how will the people around him react to his disappearance? J. Sheridan Le Fanu (28 August 1814 – 7 February 1873) was an Irish writer of Gothic tales and mystery novels. He was a leading ghost story writer of the nineteenth century and was central to the development of the genre in the Victorian era. M. R. James described Le Fanu as "absolutely in the first rank as a writer of ghost stories". Three of his best-known works are Uncle Silas, Carmilla and The House by the Churchyard.

Wylder's Hand is a novel from Gothic and mystery writer Sheridan Le Fanu. "There was a little fair-haired child playing on the ground before the steps as I whirled by. The old rector had long passed away; the shorts, gaiters, and smile -- a phantom; and nature, who had gathered in the past, was providing for the future. The pretty mill-road, running up through Redman's Dell, dank and dark with tall romantic trees, was left behind in another moment; and we were now traversing the homely and antique street of the little town, with its queer shops and solid steep-roofed residences. Up Church-street I contrived a peep at the old gray tower where the chimes hung; and as we turned the corner a glance at the "Brandon Arms." How very small and low that palatial hostelry of my earlier recollections had grown! There were new faces at the door. It was only two-and-twenty years ago, and I was then but eleven years old. A retrospect of a score of years or so, at three-and-thirty, is a much vaster affair than a much longer one at fifty. The whole thing seemed like yesterday; and as I write, I open my eyes and start and cry, "can it be twenty, five-and-twenty, aye, by Jove! five-and-thirty, years since then?" How my days have flown! And I think when another such yesterday shall have arrived, where shall I be?"

Picture-perfect Abigail Wylder rushes home to save her family’s reputation, but no one knows her behavior while in England is another scandal she must conceal. Will her secret embarrass her family more than her sister’s new mystical in-laws or her father’s deteriorating mind? Unwed and four months pregnant, it won’t be long before her dresses can no longer hide her shame. Boone Silvers has carried a torch for Abigail Wylder since he was a teenager. When he discovers her baby’s British father has rejected her, he offers to step into the role. He believes he is the luckiest barber in Wyoming with a second chance to have a family after what happened to his first wife. Secrets swirl around the couple until a tragedy shines a light on all their faults. Will Abigail choose happiness with Boone or do the unthinkable just to save face?

It was late in the autumn, and I was skimming along, through a rich English county, in a postchaise, among tall hedgerows gilded, like all the landscape, with the slanting beams of sunset. The road makes a long and easy descent into the little town of Gylingden, and down this we were going at an exhilarating pace, and the jingle of the vehicle sounded like sledge-bells in my ears, and its swaying and jerking were pleasant and life-like. I fancy I was in one of those moods which, under similar circumstances, I sometimes experience still—a semi-narcotic excitement, silent but delightful. An undulating landscape, with a homely farmstead here and there, and plenty of old English timber scattered grandly over it, extended mistily to my right; on the left the road is overtopped by masses of noble forest. The old park of Brandon lies there, more than four miles from end to end. These masses of solemn and discoloured verdure, the faint but splendid lights, and long filmy shadows, the slopes and hollows—my eyes wandered over them all with that strange sense of unreality, and that mingling of sweet and bitter fancy, with which we revisit a scene familiar in very remote and early childhood, and which has haunted a long interval of maturity and absence, like a romantic reverie.

Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu (1814 –1873) was an Irish writer of Gothic novels, one of the most infl uential ghost story writers of the nineteenth century. “Wylder’s Hand” tells the story of the Wilders and the Brandon, two families sharing a story of rivalry and intermarriage. The Wedding of Mark Wylder and his rich cousin Dorcas Brendon is about to happen. Although everyone understands, there is no love involved. However, everything changes when right before the wedding Mark suddenly disappears.