This was almost a great story.
When I discovered last night that it was available as a free ebook from my library, I dove into it. I couldn't wait to get back to it this morning. I skimmed over household chores -- and skipped some altogether -- to keep reading.
And then there was this totally meh ending.
It wasn't a bad ending, like an anti-HEA or anything. But there were too many loose threads not tied up, or details that didn't make sense.
Meg Rittenhouse is given six months to recover from the effects of a car accident that has left her with recurring hallucinations. Her wealthy second-cousin-once-removed, Sylvia, allows Meg to move into a big Victorian mansion in rural Pennsylvania, an inheritance from Sylvia's second (of three) husband. In return, Meg will inventory the hoard of antiques in the house and prepare it for eventual sale.
On hand to assist Meg is Sylvia's stepson, Andy Brenner, whose father was that second (of three) husband. But the house and its acreage actually came from Andy's mother, so there's a bunch of resentment on all sides.
And both Andy and Meg start seeing things. So then they have to figure out what they're seeing, and why, and what happened. All the usual things that go on in a book about a haunted house.
The explanation proved to be sort of nonsensical.
But there were still so many other things that didn't get explained at all.
I didn't find the attraction between Meg and Andy to be based on anything believable. It didn't develop logically. It was just . . . there.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. The background story to the haunting was interesting, but it, too, seemed cut short, as if Michaels was on a deadline and just decided to wrap it all up any old way. In that sense, it was worse than all the little glitches in Ammie, Come Home. Definitely not among her better works!