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The Ghosts of Peppernell Manor
     

The Ghosts of Peppernell Manor

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by Amy Reade
 

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9781601833020
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Random House
Publication date:
04/28/2015
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The Ghosts of Peppernell Manor


By AMY M. READE

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2015 Amy M. Reade
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60183-302-0


CHAPTER 1

It had been a long drive to South Carolina, but Lucy and I had made the best of it, giggling through nursery rhymes, eating fast food, making silly faces at each other in the rearview mirror, and playing I Spy on every highway between Chicago and Charleston.

We arrived one sultry afternoon in late August last year. I barely remembered the back roads from Charleston to Peppernell Manor, so it was like watching the scenery unfold over the miles for the first time. Spanish moss hung low to the ground from stately trees over a century old. Perfectly still water reflected the magnolias and camellias and the hazy sky in the Lowcountry lakes and waterways that we passed. Lacy clumps of wildflowers nodded languidly as we drove by. Lucy was interested in everything that whizzed past the windows of the car, commenting excitedly on all the new sights as we drove toward Peppernell Manor.

"Look at the cows! Moo!"

"Look at the pretty flowers!" she would pipe up from the backseat in her high-pitched little-girl voice. I loved driving with her because she helped me see all the things I missed with my adult eyes.

As we got closer to Peppernell Manor, I found myself sharing her excitement. I hadn't been there since college. My thoughts stretched back to the only other time I had visited South Carolina, when Evie took me to her home for a long weekend. We had gone sightseeing in Charleston, horseback riding, boating on the Ashley River, and on a tour of an old Confederate field hospital nearby. But despite all the fun we had, it wasn't the activities I remembered best about that trip—it was her house.

Manor, actually. Peppernell Manor had been in her family for generations and even though it had seen better days and was in need of some work, it was exquisite. As a lover of art I could appreciate its romance and graceful architecture, but as a history major I was more interested in the home's past as a plantation house.

It was to this plantation house that I was returning, this time with my daughter.

CHAPTER 2

I had been surprised to get Evie's phone call a month earlier at my office in Chicago with that offer that was too good to refuse.

"You remember Peppernell Manor," Evie had said.

"I remember it very well," I answered.

"It needs refurbishing badly. Gran doesn't know what to do with it. I told her that you're the best restoration specialist money can buy," she told me excitedly. I smiled into the phone.

"There's a lot of work that needs to be done. It needs attention from top to bottom. The whole family voted and the job is yours. If you want it," she added hastily.

I was thrilled. Of course I wanted it!

But I had some practical concerns. First, I wasn't sure I should leave my business for an extended period. Luckily, my assistants, a capable young architect and his interior-designer wife, assured me that they would manage the restoration firm during my absence with the same attention to detail and respect for the past that had made Warner Restorations a success.

Second, and more importantly, I knew I would have a hard time convincing my ex-husband to let Lucy come with me and there was no way I was leaving her behind to take a job in South Carolina.

"You must be nuts," he said flatly when I first broached the subject with him.

"Think about it, Brad. It would only be temporary, while I'm working on the restoration. And we could come back to Chicago a few times so you could see her for extended periods. Or you could even come down to South Carolina to see her and stay as long as you like. And I'll make sure she calls you every night."

Silence. I waited. Brad loves Lucy, but he loves himself more. I could almost hear him thinking about all the free time he could have without a toddler to care for on the weekends.

"You would take good care of her?"

"I won't even answer such a stupid question."

"Well, let me think about it."

"That's all I ask."

In the end, he decided his weekends with the new girlfriend were more important than his weekends with Lucy. I knew that's what would happen. Lucy and I left a few weeks later.

And after several long days on the road, we had finally arrived at our destination. I turned off the main road. Driving up to Peppernell Manor was not like going up any other driveway. I slowed the car to a crawl so we could enjoy the view. The sweeping allée, the rows of oaks that lined the long brick drive to the house, looked as old and graceful as it had during my first visit to this remarkable place. The branches of the trees arched over the drive to form a dappled tunnel through which visitors were given their first glimpse of the home beyond. Lucy squealed with delight when she saw those big old trees. She had never seen anything like that long drive with its arching branches back in Chicago. At the end of the allée the driveway formed a wide, sweeping circle in front of the house.

The manor house was a gem of Federalist architecture. It was a huge square structure with white clapboard siding that was set off by tall black shutters outside each of the many windows. A large veranda yawned between two enormous white pillars. The brick front steps separated at the top to sweep down to the ground from the left and the right. Below the veranda and stretching all around the manor were whitewashed brick archways through which one could glimpse large windows gazing into the basement. Despite the beauty of the old house, I could see where the paint was peeling and where the hinges had come loose from some of the shutters. The manor had a neglected air about it.

I parked my car along the side of the circle and got out to extract Lucy from the back. As I helped the small, wriggling body out of the car seat, we both turned to see Evie running down the front staircase.

"Carleigh!" she shouted, a huge smile lighting up her face.

I put Lucy down and turned to give my friend a big hug. Though we had kept in close contact in the years since college, I hadn't seen her since graduation and I had missed her. We shared photos online and frequent e-mails and phone calls, but it wasn't the same as seeing each other in person.

Evie crouched down next to Lucy, wrinkling her linen sheath dress. "You must be Lucy. I recognize you from your mom's pictures!" she said brightly.

Lucy nodded, averting her eyes from Evie, and held my hand.

"Lucy, you remember me telling you about Evie. She's our good friend," I told her gently. "You can say hello."

"Hello," she said shyly, then turned her head to face my leg.

Evie smiled. "I'm very happy to meet you, Lucy. There are more friends to meet inside the house. Would you like to go in?" Lucy nodded again, her face still pressed against my shorts.

I picked her up and took the hand Evie offered me and the three of us walked up the stairs and into the manor.

We stepped into the expansive and breathtaking entry hall. Its marble floor and soaring ceiling lent an elegant coolness to the space that belied the sweltering heat and humidity just outside the door. A scuffed but gracefully curving mahogany staircase swept upward to the second floor. At the opposite end of the entry hall I could glimpse through another door the slow-moving Ashley River as it meandered past the property. Though not visible from this particular bend in the river, the magnificent, historic city of Charleston lay downstream about fifteen miles and across the water.

I set Lucy down, but she stayed close, grasping my hand. Evie pointed to the room on our right.

"Carleigh, you remember Cora-Camille, my grandmother," Evie said in her sweet Southern drawl. "She's right in there and she can't wait to see you."

We walked through the wide doorway into a large drawing room with tall windows that invited the light in from outdoors. Cora-Camille Chadwick-Peppernell, Evie's warm and gracious grandmother, stood up from where she had been reading a book on an old-fashioned sofa. She walked over to me with her hands outstretched.

"Carleigh Warner. It's been such a long time! Evie keeps us up to date with stories about you and your beautiful little girl, but it's just not the same as having you here. Welcome back!" She looked at Lucy. "I am so happy to meet you, Lucy. Will you call me Cora-Camille?"

Lucy shook her head.

Cora-Camille laughed. "How about Miss Cora? Do you like that better?"

"Yes," the child answered, her blond curls bobbing up and down.

"Then Miss Cora it is."

She held out her hand to Lucy, who took it after a quick look at me for approval. They walked over to the sofa where Cora-Camille had been sitting and she motioned Evie and me to sit down in the two chairs facing her.

"The others are all out right now, except for Ruby," Cora-Camille said with a smile. "They're all thrilled that you're here to do the restoration."

She looked fondly at Lucy. "I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have a child in this house again," she said wistfully. She turned to my daughter to talk of little-girl things, like dolls and stuffed animals and dress-up clothes. Evie got a work-related text and left the room, apologizing for having to reply right away.

While Cora-Camille and Lucy chatted, I had an opportunity to observe Evie's lovely grandmother. She had stood straight and tall the last time I was here, years ago, and though time had been kind to her, I could see the evidence of her aging. Her back was slightly less straight than it used to be, and her shoulders hunched forward just a bit. Her face was crisscrossed with wrinkles, the signs of a life well led. Her hair was a little thinner than I remembered it, but still a soft, glorious white. She and Lucy were both giggling and I knew they would be fast friends.

Evie returned and grinned at Cora-Camille and Lucy. "This is so good for Gran," she said softly. I nodded.

Cora-Camille turned to me. "Did you meet Ruby when you visited us before?"

"Not that I recall," I replied. I knew Ruby was Evie's aunt, Cora-Camille's daughter. Evie had spoken of Ruby in the past, but only briefly. I knew Ruby suffered from anxiety issues.

"Ruby has been so excited to meet you and Lucy," Cora-Camille told me. "She's been in the kitchen for hours, baking something special for you for dinner tonight."

Lucy bounced up and down. "What is it?" she cried.

Cora-Camille laughed again. "It's a surprise. You have to eat your dinner and then you'll find out."

"Is dinner now?"

"In a little while," I answered. "We have to get our things out of the car first and unpack."

She seemed eager to help with the unpacking, so the two of us and Evie walked back outdoors and took two suitcases from the trunk of the car. Though Lucy's bag had wheels, she struggled with it. I suggested that she take her stuffed bunny, Cottontail, into the house so I could take her bag. She agreed readily and ran ahead of me into the house, excited to introduce Cottontail to Miss Cora. Evie and I carried the bags upstairs, returning to the car several times for more luggage.

Once the car was unpacked, I moved it to a four-stall garage that had been erected on the left side of the driving circle since my last visit. Though it was relatively new, the garage had an antique look to it, with distressed white wooden clapboard siding and a loft, presumably for storage. The structure matched the manor well.

I went back into the house in search of Lucy. I could hear her talking excitedly in the back of the house, so I wandered back toward the kitchen. There I found Lucy, Cora-Camille, Evie, and another woman I assumed to be Ruby.

Lucy turned to me, pointing to a gorgeous cake on the counter.

"Mama! Ruby made cake!"

Ruby smiled shyly at me, her eyes downcast. She was of medium height and appeared to be in her sixties. The sides of her shoulder-length brown-gray hair were pinned to the top of her head with a barrette. She was dressed in a simple light pink shirtwaist.

"The cake is red on the inside!" Lucy said, grinning.

"How did you know red is Lucy's favorite color?" I asked Ruby with a wink.

"I love to make red velvet," she answered in a quiet voice.

"It looks delicious," I told her. Then, turning to Lucy, I suggested,

"Why don't we go upstairs and see where you and I are going to sleep?"

"Okay."

Evie led the way upstairs to one of the two guest bedrooms on the second floor. We had placed all the luggage on the floor just inside the door, so it was a bit of a mess. But the room was spacious and inviting, with plenty of storage for us to put away all of our clothes and other belongings. Lucy immediately went to the window to see what she could identify outside. She turned to me and yelled, "There's water down there!"

Evie joined her at the window, explaining that the water was part of the Ashley River and was very important to the Peppernell Manor farm.

"Are there animals on the farm?"

"Yes. We have some cows and horses, and of course chickens, and some sheep. Would you like to see them?"

Lucy jumped up and down, clapping. "Yes! Yes!"

Evie smiled at her. "Once you and Mama are done unpacking, we'll go for a drive and you can see some of the animals, okay?"

"Okay!" Lucy was beaming.

It took over an hour to hang up and put away all the clothes Lucy and I had brought. When we were done, we went downstairs in search of Evie. We found her in the kitchen talking to Ruby and she offered to take us to see the stables and pens. Lucy couldn't wait to see the animals. We all climbed into my car, but I let Evie drive. She swung out of the garage and down the long allée to the main road. She took a right turn and went a half mile or so, then pulled off the road onto a bumpy dirt track. We drove slowly for a couple minutes, then stopped next to an old stone stable. On the far side of the stable were a pen and another, larger, stone building.

"Want to see the horses first, Lucy?" asked Evie, her eyes twinkling.

"Yes!" came the answer from the backseat.

The three of us went into the stable. I was struck by the coolness of the building, despite the heat outside. It smelled of horses and leather. Horses could be heard whinnying and chewing and stomping, and Lucy could hardly contain her excitement. She ran along the stone floor, making neighing noises and peering in each stall, shrieking and clapping with delight at every horse. She pulled Evie along with her, demanding to know all their names.

"Can I ride one?"

"Sure," exclaimed Evie.

"No," I said firmly.

Evie glanced at me sheepishly. "Spoke too soon. Sorry."

"That's okay. I just think she's too little."

"But I want to ride one!" cried Lucy.

"You're too small to ride a horse. Maybe when you're bigger."

That's when the wailing started.

Evie grimaced. "I started all this. I'm really sorry."

I smiled at her. "It's no big deal. She's just exhausted. Lucy, would you like to see the other animals before we go back to Evie's house?"

Lucy nodded, red-eyed and sniffling.

Evie led us to the next stable. The tour of the second stable was quick because Lucy was getting so tired. We saw ducks, sheep, cows, pigs, and chickens, but by the end of the tour Lucy was barely able to drag her feet. I picked her up and we headed for the car.

Back at the manor, she took a short nap in our room while I caught up with Evie in the drawing room downstairs. Though I had wanted to wander through the rest of the rooms in the house, Evie convinced me to chat for a while before dinner, promising that we could tour the home after dinner.

"So how have things been—really—without Brad?" she began.

I grimaced. "Good riddance to him and that stripper girlfriend of his. Her name is Jilly, but I call her Jiggly. Not to Brad's face, of course.

"Can you believe he said I wasn't spontaneous enough? I guess if 'spontaneous' means leaving your family behind for someone you barely know, then he was right.

"When he first left, I was heartbroken. And furious with him and Jiggly. I felt like a failure. I was always exhausted, but I couldn't sleep at night. I cried a lot. It took me a long time to realize that the anger and hate were hurting me and Lucy much more than them. I had to let it all go for my own sanity. So I've moved on; I've stopped being so angry and now all I feel is relief. Not that I would ever want to go through it again, but it made me finally face the fact that he wasn't the one for me."

She put her hand on mine. "I'm so sorry for everything you had to go through. How'd he meet Jiggly, anyway?" I smiled at her use of my name for Jilly.

"At a bachelor party for his brother."

"You know, I never liked Brad, even in college," she revealed in a conspiratorial tone.

"Why not?" I asked in surprise.

"He was a control freak. He always had to be part of everything you did. We could never do anything alone, just us girls."

"I never noticed."

"Love is blind, Carleigh."

"I guess. But if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have Lucy. So I'm at least grateful to him for her."

"That's true," she conceded, then changed the subject.

"Are you dating? You look fabulous. I've always been jealous of that long red hair of yours," she sighed.

I laughed at her. "I'm through with men for a while. I'm just concentrating on Lucy and my work. Speaking of men, how's Boone?" Evie and Boone, a banker, had been together for years, but neither was ready to get married. Both of them always joked that they were already married to their jobs.


(Continues...)

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The Ghosts of Peppernell Manor 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
rhonda1111RL More than 1 year ago
4 STARS This has lots of drama, history, romance, mystery all rolled in one. It keeps you guessing on who was doing what to whom. It is fast paced book. I liked the characters. Especially how welcoming everyone was to Lucy and played with her. Carleigh Warner came from Chicago to help her good friend Evie Peppernell and her family help restore their family antebellum mansion. Carleigh is divorced with a three year old daughter Lucy. Cora-Camille Chadwick-Peppernell wants her house restored before she dies. She has been more concerned about the farm than the house up till now. Some members of the family want to get investors in on the restoration of the property. They would rather make money than spend it. It causes a lot of grief over the plans. First Carleigh gets a threatening phone call in the middle of the night. Then murder comes to the estate. There is a lot of history about the period of the manor and even the slave quarters. Just a taste of what they went through. I would love to see the house all restored. It sounds beautiful. especially the ballroom all decorated for the party. The setting for the book is Charleston, South Carolina. On a old family farm or plantation. I was given this ebook to read by the author so I could give a honest review and be part of The Ghosts of Peppernell Manor blog tour.
TheAvidReader_KA More than 1 year ago
The Ghosts of Peppernell Manor by Amy Reade is a story of mystery. I thought that this story would have ghosts, but it did not really (I have to admit I was a little disappointed). Carleigh restores old homes. Her friend, Evie (a friend from college) has asked her to come to Charleston and restores their family home, Peppernell Manor. Peppernell Manor is from the 1800’s and even has the old outbuildings. Carleigh agrees to the job. So Carleigh and her daughter, Lucy head from Chicago to Charleston, North Carolina. Peppernell Manor is the home to Cora-Camille, the matriarch of the clan. Her son and author, Graydon; daughter-in-law, Vivian; daughter, Ruby; grandson, Heath lives in the carriage house; her granddaughter, Evie. Phyllis is the housekeeper and lives in an apartment over the old outdoor kitchen. Now Phyllis says she talks to the ghost of her great times five grandmother (she was slave in the house and her life was not pleasant but we never have any proof of an actual ghost). Her other grandson, Harlan (and Heath’s twin) lives in town. Carleigh is eager to start the job. She is glad to be away from Chicago and her ex-husband, Brad. Brad said she was not spontaneous enough and left her for a younger woman. Shortly after Carleigh arrives she receives a late night phone call. It is threatening and tells her to leave. Carleigh manages to get over that and starts work on the ceilings on the first floor. One night they are out walking on a road near the estate. They are heading in when little Lucy remembers she left Cottontail, her bunny, by some flowers. The others head in with Lucy while Carleigh goes to look for Cottontail. She finds the bunny as a car comes down the lane. As the car gets close, it speeds up and tries to run her over. Carleigh gets into the ditch as the car stops, turns around and tries again. Carleigh makes it to the main gates as the car makes another pass. Carleigh is now frightened, but thinks maybe it was just teenagers playing a prank (really?). There is conflict within the family at Peppernell Manor. Vivian and Harlan was to bring in a group of investors. The investors would pay for the renovation and would get rewards from tours of the refinished home. Cora-Camille does not agree. She has more than enough money to finance the renovations. She wants to keep the house in the family. She talks of leaving the home to the state in her will (where the family lives in the house, but the state manages tours and such). Before long Cora-Camille is ill (you just know what is going to happen). Sure enough, one morning, Cora-Camille is found dead one morning. It is first written off to a heart attack until further tests prove she was poisoned. Carleigh sends Lucy off to Florida to stay with her Grandparents to keep her safe. As the police investigate, the family plans the funeral. Soon, though, Harlan is found shot to death in the garage. Things are not going well for the people of Peppernell Manor. Someone is also sabotaging Carleigh’s work. Who killed Cora-Camille and Harlan? Who is threatening Carleigh? There are some bright spots though. Carleigh starts to get to know Heath and romance blooms. Evie and her boyfriend, Boone are getting closer and it looks like there might be an engagement! I thoroughly enjoyed The Ghosts of Peppernell Manor. I give The Ghosts of Peppernell Manor 5 out of 5 stars. There are a lot of turns and twists in this story. I was hooked on this book right from the start. The various mysteries are fairly easy to solve, but I still loved the story. I received a complimentary copy of this novel from NetGalley (and publisher) in exchange for an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not mysterious, boring and too much unnecessary details.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is my first book by this author. I loved her writing style, and I really enjoyed this book! I will gladly recommend her, and I'm going to look for her other book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. It was the first one I read of this author and was pleasantly pleased. I like books that are set in S. Carolina and this one was well written. Wonderful background, who doesn't love the plantation house and the fun it was to follow our heroine through the restoration. Good mystery, romance and spookiness tossed in made this a truly enjoyable story. I promptly went and bought her other book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This story had a lot of different threads that did not pull together well. The suspense would build slightly then putter out making the ending less climactic.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love history meeting paranormal
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed
BuckeyeAngel More than 1 year ago
**I received an ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review Carleigh was a restoration specialist. Evie was a friend Carleigh had in college. She'd told her grandmother about Carleigh and she'd been hired to restore Evie's grandmother's home. Carleigh had a daughter named Lucy that would be going with her to Peppernell Manor. Carleigh owned Warner Restorations and lived in Chicago. Brad was her ex-husband and Lucy's father. Cora/Camille was Evie's grandmother and her daughter was Ruby, who had anxiety issues. Evie's brother was Heath, who had a twin named Harlan. When Heath was not in Charleston, he helped his grandmother run the farm. Harlan wants investors to be brought in to pay for the restorations. Cora/Camille is against it and said she may have the state of South Carolina take over the home. Then people start turning up dead. Carleigh is a very sweet person. She's an excellent mom and hard worker. She is loyal, conscientious and protective. It was delightful to read the twists and turns of this story. I highly recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story but the writing was unimpressive
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
No ghosts but a really quick and entertaining read if you like southern gothic or southern antebellum type stories.
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jj999 More than 1 year ago
I recently started this book and I just cannot get into the story, even after 100 pages. There is way too much first person narrative, that sometimes borders on the narrator's simplistic "Run, Spot, Run" thought processes to the over-obsessiveness of her daughter. How many times do I have to read that the narrator, worked on the plaster or painted the molding. How many times do I have to read that the narrator was concerned about what Lucy (the daughter) would think. The limited interactive dialog leaves all of the other characters shallow. I'll skip to the end because I already have the mystery figured out....Ok, just did that overly simplistic story telling. Glad that I only paid $.99 for this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good book. Good plot
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nate runs to roof of school "ill get u cheeksqueek!!!!"