Arianna Miller tosses her luggage and her hopes into her Subaru and sets out to prove her talent—by decorating a Victorian mansion thirty miles from nowhere. She needs a fresh start and a break from painful memories. However, she is soon haunted by reminders of her past and endangered by foreboding mysteries.
Coming to the story, Arianna, the female lead, is an interior designer who takes a prestigious job of designing a Victorian styled mansion in Pueblo for a rich man named Mr. Somers. Christopher is a police officer in Pueblo who meets Arianna under strange circumstances. They strike a connection immediately. Arianna finds Christopher very nice, and gentlemanly, like someone from old school. Mr. Somers brings his entire family from 19th century to 21st century in his time machine to escape a big fraud. Christopher turns out to be his son and eagerly waiting to rescue his mother, brother and sister from his abusive father.
The struggle of the 19th century people trying to sustain in the 21st century is explained well. It is not very elaborated but it is just apt. Christopher struggling all alone to keep his secrets to himself, not being able to share with colleagues or any friends, breaks my heart. Arianna is a strong woman who is hard working and very much independent. She tries to help Somers’ family and rescue them. I like how Mr. Somers’ daughter and Arianna communicate through a journal to maintain their communication a secret. Another best thing I enjoyed about this book is the detailing of the mansion, the paintings and other antique pieces that are decorated in the house. The balance between the time where the story took place is just perfect.
The characters are well built. I liked the pace of the story. This book is an easy read and I recommend it to everyone from teenagers to older readers. This has definitely become my favorite among the time travelling books I read so far.
When she entered the study, a dark foreboding sensation enshrouded her like a cloak. Shadows seemed to follow her as she moved. Taking a breath, she gave herself a mental shake.
Of course she felt this way—this house was haunted—not by spirits that once were, but by the evil spirit of one moving in. She shivered.
A door banged shut. Ari jumped a few inches off the ground and spun around. Everything appeared normal.
She wished she had cell phone service. Deep breath. Deep breath.
A creaking noise sounded like it came from above her. She stood frozen. This feels so familiar, she thought. However, this time I’m supposed to be here doing my job, so there’s no reason to be frightened. The realization gave her enough courage to press forward.
Arianna headed up the stairs to inspect the game room and bedrooms. It was fully dark. She hadn’t been to the upper level since the sun had set. Her heart rattled in her chest as she flipped the first light-switch, tamping down a childish fear that someone might jump out at every turn. The house, so quiet, felt eerie. Even the rain had stopped, ending the gentle pitter-patter she’d listened to throughout the day.
Clouds moved around the moon, generating ghostlike shadows in the activity room. Her flesh crawled with anxiety. She’d been pleased the Somers allowed for a game room in their Victorian mansion. At least there would be some entertainment for Joshua and Sarah. Guilt attempted once more to worm its way into her conscience. Helping them was imperative. She whispered a silent prayer for Christopher. Last she’d heard, he still waited for the analysis results. Everything hinged on those tests.
Moving to the air-hockey table, she lifted one of the pucks and twirled it in her hand, wondering if Josh or Sarah would know what do to with it. The disc slipped from her fingers, slamming onto the table. The noise made her jump, sending her nerves back to high alert.
She hurried on to the master bedroom. Once more she thought she heard something, stopped, and held perfectly still, listening. “Hello, is anyone there?”
Shivering, she moved on. The master bath and closets all looked good. Wait; there it was again, a rustling noise. She paused, anxiety working its way through her nerves. She wondered if a window could be open, then realized that with the rain and her stern warnings nobody would have dared open a window. She proceeded quickly through the spare rooms.
Next came Joshua’s bedroom. The baseball and glove were the only things out of place. With trepidation, she put them away. Was it her imagination, or had the ball quivered in her fingers? She shook her head. I’m making myself crazy. Her eyes landed on the family picture by Joshua’s bed. Her thoughts nearly stole away with memories of her discussion with Christopher, when another noise pulled her from her ruminations.
I know that wasn’t my imagination. Her heart beat too loudly now to hear anything else. Mentally retracing her steps, she was certain she’d locked up after the last of the workers had left the house. “Hello?” She tried to make her voice firm, but it faltered.
Only Sarah’s room remained unchecked. She’d been turning the upstairs lights on as she’d inspected each room and off again when she’d left it. Sarah’s light was on. Besides a few beams illuminating the main level, only Sarah’s room remained lit. As Ari cautiously crept down the hall, the light cast a moving shadow on the wall, which chafed at her already tattered nerves. The extra adrenaline urged her to pick up the pace forward. She nearly sprinted the final feet to Sarah’s room.