Every touch, every kiss, was a silent pact to love and adore the person to whom it was given. People often forgot that. We handed out our affection freely, carelessly, finding easy comfort in interlaced fingers or the parting of lips or casual embraces. Then it crumbled.
pickI was happily surprised to enjoy this book so much. Usually self published authors don‘t have such smooth writing or a good story line. Clarke delivered on both from the getgo, only dragging for me in the last thirty percent because the big baddie had been revealed. I was surprised to see bad reviews for the book. But I like what I like 🤷♀️This atypical haunting with an emotional side to it checked the boxes for me.
Haunting of Winchester Mansion | 
