Morgan Hall
Review by Nancy Christie Morgan was one lucky gal. She had one man who adored her unconditionally, one man who wanted her for what he could obtain and one man who acknowledged her presence but was employed by Morgan Hall a great estate, and wouldn’t cross that line. Anthony, the first, was sort of a “shirt-tail relation.” They’d been friends since childhood and, while Christie too him for granted, he truly did love her. Tristan, estate dark, dreary and inhabited by some very odd servants’ was a handsome man but Christie had some reservations – he made her uneasy. Jonathan was the gameskeeper and handsome in his own right but, as I said, wouldn’t cross the line. When she begins seeing/hearing things everyone is sympathetic but writes it off to her “feminism and dreams” when, in fact something is there. More than one and they want Christie. She nearly drowns in her bath tub, wanders off into the forest, visits the estate’s chapel which she is frightened to death of. While there, ...