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In 1920s England, a young woman searches for the truth behind her uncle's mysterious death in a town haunted by a restless ghost.
Oxford student Jillian Leigh works day and night to keep up with her studies??so to leave at the beginning of the term is next to impossible. But after her uncle Toby, a renowned ghost hunter, is killed in a fall off a cliff, she must drive to the seaside village of Rothewell to pack up his belongings.
Almost immediately, unsettling incidents??a book left in a cold stove, a gate swinging open on its own??escalate into terrifying events that convince Jillian an angry spirit is trying to enter the house. Is it Walking John, the two-hundred-year-old ghost who haunts Blood Moon Bay? And who besides the ghost is roaming the local woods at night? If Toby uncovered something sinister, was his death no accident?
The arrival of handsome Scotland Yard inspector Drew Merriken, a former RAF pilot with mysteries of his own, leaves Jillian with more questions than answers??and with the added complication of a powerful, mutual attraction. Even as she suspects someone will do anything to hide the truth, she begins to discover spine-chilling secrets that lie deep within Rothewell ... and at the very heart of who… (altro)
I couldn't put this book down. For me, it was the perfect blend of delicious creepiness and wistful, turbulent romance. Yes, some of it I predicted early on, but instead of detracting from the overall mystery, it just seemed to enhance it. Was it the perfect book? Of course not. However, when a book has the power to literally cover me in goosebumps, all the while rooting for the romantic leads and wishing I could visit the setting, then I think it's a worthy book. I debated between 4 & 5 stars, but when I think about how well the ghostly storyline was executed (which can be tricky), I know that this story won't be one I forget, and it deserves the 5th star. ( )
It’s the Twenties, the War is over but the wounded and scarred remain. Jillian Leigh is called away from Oxford by the death of her Uncle Toby in Rothewell, a small village with more than its share of ghosts. Walking John is.the most famous but there are a lot more. Throw in traitors, German spies, a switch at birth, and Scotland Yard and you have a nice mystery. Not as spooky as some of her others but still good. ( )
Simone St. James does what I wish I did better as a writer--she quickly sets a mood and a sense of place, time, character and story that challenges one to put down the book and get on with everyday life. I can't believe I'm hooked on this combo of ghost/mystery/romance/historical fiction and yet here I am, already reading her next book. This book weaves a sympathetic tale of the ghosts and champions the cause of a smart, under-rated, not-quite-by-the-book heroine. The setting is post-WWI England. And while I'm not really into hunky guys, there is one and you can't help but root for the romance to bloom. There's definitely a formula at work but St. James adds a level of depth that keeps it satisfying. What's not to like about all of this? ( )
When Jillian Leigh’s Uncle Toby dies from a broken neck after falling from a cliff, she is asked by her parents to go and collect his belongings and sort things out. She goes to the seaside village of Rothewell, where he was living. Toby was always a bit eccentric. He was also a ghost hunter. While staying at his home (Barrow House) Jillian hears strange noises in the night. Sees strange things. Jillian is starting to believe that there is a ghost living at Barrow House, or in the nearby woods. Eventually handsome Scotland Yard inspector Drew Merriken arrives. He wants to know if Toby’s death was accidental, or was it murder? Jillian insists that she has encountered a ghost. And then there is the legend of the ghost of Walking John…
I have really enjoyed the books I have read by this author (“The Haunting of Maddy Clare” and “The Other Side of Midnight”). But this book didn’t seem to grab my attention as much as those books did. I didn't care for the romance between Jillian and Drew, it slowed things down a bit, and they didn't seem to have much chemistry. I wanted to get back to the mystery. I was curious to see how Toby’s death was resolved, and I found Toby’s ghost hunter story interesting. I also really enjoyed the exciting conclusion (with Walking John). ( )
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My uncle Toby died of a broken neck in the autumn of 1924, just as I was starting the Michaelmas term at Oxford.
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"Why, how very modern!" Mrs. Kates exclaimed. "We don't get much of that here. Are your parents ill, perhaps?" It was well-meant, but both Mr. Hindhead and Edward Bruton had already commented on my single status. I was beginning to feel like a two-headed cow or a bearded lady.
"It makes no sense. Who would want to lie about a centuries-old ghost?" "That's an excellent question. Now you're thinking like Scotland Yard."
From there I was at the bottom of a gently sloped bowl of woodland, dense and dark green, rising up to my left and before me. To my right, the lip of the bowl sloped off, as if the potter had ruined it on the wheel, and the great line of land continued down the coast, beautiful and tangled.
I brushed the stinging water from my eyes in the wind. Was the bay not the ideal place for something outside the law?
Seabirds flew in lazy turns overhead, their cries echoing off the cliffs. Far out to sea, another tiny boat inched by, intent on its own business. The sun climbed in the sky, indifferent to another day on Blood Moon Bay. The cliffs looked down, unspeaking.
I was exhausted in both body and mind, tired of my own thoughts and weary, and if you'd asked me I would have said that nothing could have kept me from my bed. But it seemed that, after all, something could.
What kind of predator broke into a woman's house and lit a fire in the fireplace?
Sultana emerged from the library and twined shamelessly around his ankles, the faithless hussy.
Then he touched me, slid his hands under the collar of my coat and pushed the garment from my shoulders. It fell to the floor unheeded as every part of my body sang.
"You don't have much of a way of seducing a girl," I said. "Be quiet and come to bed with me." "You see what I mean."
I was boneless and happy, but still the touch sent deep electric shocks of excitement through my body.
I could feel the pull of him, and I could feel myself twisting, turning as I rode the current toward him, like a branch in a rushing river.
The words hung in the air, blunt and looming with physical weight.
Assumptions are always so very, very foolish.
The clouds were so low they seemed to scrape the rooftops, and there was moisture in the chill wind.
When Poseidon whined to come in again, I fed him and sat at the kitchen table, watching him eat, feeling uneasy and out of place in the silence. It was as if William had gone on a trip and asked me to watch his dog—that quiet emptiness and unaccustomed smell of a house waiting for its owner to return.
One section of the path was thickly lined with bushes crowned with particularly vicious thorns, and I had to move as gingerly as I would through a lion's jaws. The wind, cold and damp, howled in the trees, and I began to wonder whether I'd wandered into an enchanted wood from a fairy tale, and either a gnarled witch or a handsome prince would appear on the next bend of the path.
"Don't you see. I was there. They say I had a fever for months. But what I had...what I had was a revelation." His eyes were alight now. He reached down and grabbed the codebook, still wrapped in its oilskin. "If it's over, why do the Germans want this?" He tossed it to the floor of the boat. "What we call peace, they call an insult. Germany is defeated, but she is seething. She has not lain down and died. Every corner is alive with unrest. It will happen, Jillian. Germany will rebuild, rearm, and amass a new army. The seeds of it are already planted. And it will happen all over again."
"Wake up, my girl. No one is going to stop anything. There is no justice, no sense of right."
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In this weather! Are you sure? she called after me, but I was already gone, running down the walk as the large flakes of snow began to fall.
In 1920s England, a young woman searches for the truth behind her uncle's mysterious death in a town haunted by a restless ghost.
Oxford student Jillian Leigh works day and night to keep up with her studies??so to leave at the beginning of the term is next to impossible. But after her uncle Toby, a renowned ghost hunter, is killed in a fall off a cliff, she must drive to the seaside village of Rothewell to pack up his belongings.
Almost immediately, unsettling incidents??a book left in a cold stove, a gate swinging open on its own??escalate into terrifying events that convince Jillian an angry spirit is trying to enter the house. Is it Walking John, the two-hundred-year-old ghost who haunts Blood Moon Bay? And who besides the ghost is roaming the local woods at night? If Toby uncovered something sinister, was his death no accident?
The arrival of handsome Scotland Yard inspector Drew Merriken, a former RAF pilot with mysteries of his own, leaves Jillian with more questions than answers??and with the added complication of a powerful, mutual attraction. Even as she suspects someone will do anything to hide the truth, she begins to discover spine-chilling secrets that lie deep within Rothewell ... and at the very heart of who
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