Once a smugglers’ den, a traitor’s lair, a brothel, a speak-easy and a magnet for spiritualists, something is still wrong at the Mary Deardon Inn. Gracie Fletcher has been in hiding for several years, in fear for her life. On a damp November evening in 1955, she knocks on the door of an old, rundown inn on the edge of a lonely saltmarsh in Connecticut. She’s come for a job she was offered over the phone.
Gracie is sick of being on the run, tired of wearing a disguise, and now she has to deal with Ivan Harris. A descendant of the original family of audacious thieves and cutthroats that opened the inn in 1710, her new boss has made it clear he doesn’t want her there. But he soon finds he’s met his match with Gracie, who has never yet let anyone get the best of her.
When they discover that their inn is decades older than a successful establishment that’s touting itself as the oldest inn in Connecticut, Gracie, Ivan and his sister Jenny join forces to steal the title. As the rivalry escalates between the inns, attempts to sabotage each other’s business become more outrageous.
Gracie begins to believe in the local rumors that their inn is haunted. A woman crying in the night, strange lights out on the marsh and pokes in the ribs by invisible, boney fingers have the staff on edge. And Gracie again finds herself the target of someone, or something, evil…
Follow the scheming, warm-hearted Gracie as she strives to get her old life back, then discovers what she really wants may be something else altogether. This stand-alone women’s fiction novel is the third book in the New England Seashore series, a delightful blend of mystery, romance and humor.
This story is rollicking good fun! I loved it! The spunky heroine held my sympathy and made me laugh out loud. The convolutions in the plot kept me guessing. Totally satisfactory read and as soon as I finish one of this author's books I can't wait for the next one!