ANGIE’S REVIEW: I have never come across a Debbie Mason book I didn’t fall head over heels in love with, and Starlight Bridge didn’t disappoint. I didn’t think I’d love anything more than her Christmas, Colorado series, and then she came out with this new series set in Harmony Harbor, and well, I fell instantly in love.
Who could resist a cat who seemingly has magic powers?! And not to mention a mystery surrounding a book that holds all of Harmony Harbor’s dirty little secrets that the deceased matriarch, Colleen, had hid among her belongings at the inn.
It’s hard to talk about this book as there’s so much that could be seen as spoilers. Let me just say that Ava and Griffin’s story is one that I’ve longed to lose myself in as there was an air of mystery as to why they had divorced when it was so obvious that they still love each other very much and are miserable without the other!
There’s romance, magic, humour – something that Debbie Mason injects in her stories with abundance – a mysterious cat, and the lingering ghost of Colleen.
Mason is a master craftsman whose writing flows like a stream and captures your attention from the first page to the very last. I always look forward to her newest book.
ANGIE’S RATING: ****
DISCLAIMER: I requested a review copy so that I could take part in the blog tour. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
Excerpt: Simon meowed and padded into the fireplace. He sat on the logs and looked up. Ava stuck her head inside and did the same. It was too dark to see much of anything. She was typically prepared for whatever might come up on the job, but she didn’t carry a flashlight, and she didn’t have her cell phone. Her father had broken it two weeks before in another fit of temper.
She skimmed her right hand up and down the wall where Simon was staring. Two of the bricks were loose. She pushed her finger between them, touching what felt like soft leather. She held her breath as she tried to lift it and the edges of paper brushed against her finger. It was a book. Her pulse kicked up with excitement, her shoulders sagging with relief.
Her relief was short-lived. No matter how hard she tugged on the upper brick with her uninjured arm, it refused to budge. Gritting her teeth, she tried using both hands. Her bruised arm protested the movement, but she refused to give up and breathed through the pain.
Fifteen minutes later, she stopped to regroup. There had to be another way. Her hands were blackened with soot, the tips of her fingers raw, and the bricks had barely moved. She looked around the room for something to wedge between them and spied the poker.
“We’re in business, Simon. This should do—”
“Tell Grams I’ll see her in a bit.”
Her gaze shot to the door. She’d recognize that voice anywhere. Griffin was here. Now. Outside the door. She shot to her feet, shoving the candelabra in front of the fireplace.
She’d trapped Simon. She grabbed the cat, put him on the floor, and scooped up the bucket and sponges while frantically searching for somewhere to hide. The balcony. She didn’t care if she froze to death; she couldn’t let Griffin find her here.
As she turned to run, Ava heard the beep of the passkey. She wouldn’t make it. She spun around and ran the short distance to the bathroom. Her breath coming in panicked puffs, she stepped inside the bathtub and carefully inched the crimson and gold shower curtain across the rod. She sagged against the tile wall, praying his in a bit meant he’d drop his bags off and leave.
If it had been anyone other than Griffin, she’d pretend to be cleaning the room. But she remembered all too clearly the humiliation of being discovered by Griffin and his ex-wife the last time they’d stayed at the manor. He’d looked at Ava like he hadn’t known who she was, and his wife had asked for fresh towels, acting as though Ava hadn’t done her job.
And then there was the book. She couldn’t leave without it.