She’ll fall in love again…with a man and the island.
Charlotte returns to her Aunt Bess and Mackinac Island, a quaint retreat that welcomes summer tourists and allows no cars (just horses and bicycles) to renew herself and write about the island’s ghosts.
She’s come to help Bess with her heartache, an ended love with Shaun, and to renew a friendship with neighbor Hannah.
In winter Mackinac closes down and everyone looks forward to the ice bridge that freezes across the Straits of Mackinac.
Until Hannah disappears into the icy waters crossing it.
Everyone says it’s an accident. But Charlotte and her admirer cop friend, Mac, don’t think so. Something isn’t right. Hannah was too smart to go off the path.
So it’s murder…but why…how…by whom?
In the end, it’s Mac – and perhaps Hannah’s ghost? – that saves Charlotte and Bess’s lives when the killer decides they’re too close to the truth and tries to kill them, too.
After all she’d been engaged to Lucas for five years. And to break up with her in an e-mail? The least he could have done was telephone and tell her in his own voice. Well, it was over.
She fought back tears as her thoughts touched on her doomed wedding, her eyes hurting and her hands clenching on the ferry’s rail until her knuckles were white.
She shook her head, mumbling in a low voice. He’d taken a chunk of her life, a lot for a man to steal from a young woman. Oh, she hated him. Hanging would be too good for him. Electrocution would be too good. She wished she could –
“Miss, are you all right?”
She turned her head and met the eyes of a tall man standing behind her on the boat. The angry tears in her eyes kept her from seeing him clearly. Young, she registered, and though not excitingly handsome, his face was kind.
She glanced around and realized she’d been so preoccupied with her sorrow and dreams of revenge that she’d been leaning over the railing. Her cheeks were wet with tears she didn’t recall shedding. He probably thought she was going to jump or something.
No man was worth that. Not even Lucas.
But she would have liked to throw her ex-fiancé over the railing, though, and into the chilly waters below. Him and Rachel. She almost smiled at the thought of the two thrashing around in Lake Huron like abandoned baby dodos, the ferryboat chugging away as she waved goodbye to both of them.
She’d teach them to hurt other people. To hurt her.
“I’m…fine,” she sighed, composing herself, and faced the stranger. No doubt she’d had that murderous look on her face before, the one her mother warned her would scare off Santa Claus. “Just had some unpleasant thoughts on my mind, that’s all.”
She wiped her eyes and looked at the man again. He was around her age, somewhere under thirty, had brown hair that the lake spray had ruffled into unruliness and brilliant sky eyes that smiled when his lips did, as they were doing now. He wasn’t as handsome as Lucas, but attractive in a healthy puppyish kind of way. He looked sure of himself and casual in his lemon yellow shirt and faded jeans.