Behind a legend lies the truth…
As a child, Eve Parrish lost her father and her best friend, Maggie Flynn, in a tragic bridge collapse. Fifteen years later, she returns to Point Pleasant to settle her deceased aunt’s estate. Though much has changed about the once thriving river community, the ghost of tragedy still weighs heavily on the town, as do rumors and sightings of the Mothman, a local legend. When Eve uncovers startling information about her aunt’s death, that legend is in danger of becoming all too real . . .
Caden Flynn is one of the few lucky survivors of the bridge collapse but blames himself for coercing his younger sister out that night. He’s carried that guilt for fifteen years, unaware of darker currents haunting the town. It isn’t long before Eve’s arrival unravels an old secret—one that places her and Caden in the crosshairs of a deadly killer . . .
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A Thousand Yesteryears
A Point Pleasant Novel
By Mae Clair
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2015 Mae Clair
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June, 1982 Point Pleasant, West Virginia
Eve Parrish stared through the windshield of her Toyota Corolla at the two-story house her aunt had bequeathed to her in her will. A house she remembered fondly from childhood, it had been in her family for four generations, just like the old hotel in downtown Point Pleasant.
Tightening her grip on the steering wheel of the parked car, she vowed to worry about the hotel later. One problem at a time.
At twenty-seven, it was staggering to find herself the sole owner of her family's homestead and the Parrish Hotel. She'd inherited the latter after her father died, and Eve's mother had signed her ownership of the property over to Aunt Rosie. Not long afterward, her mother had uprooted them, determined to put the tragedy of the Silver Bridge in the past. It had always been Aunt Rosie who came to visit Eve and her mom in Pennsylvania.
But Aunt Rosie was gone.
Why couldn't she have told them about the cancer? Eve would have done something, anything to help. Insisted she get treatment.
"She didn't want treatment," Adam Barnett, Rosie's lawyer had explained as he'd passed her the keys for the hotel and the house earlier that day. "She went quickly, which is how she wanted it."
Eve swiped a tear from her cheek. Aunt Rosie had planned to marry in the summer of '68, but the Silver Bridge altered those plans. Shaken by the tragedy, Eve's aunt had called off her engagement to Roger Layton and never married. Was that why she'd allowed herself to go so quickly once diagnosed with breast cancer? Did she think no one loved her?
A spasm of guilt twisted Eve's stomach. Her small apartment was only six hours away in Harrisburg, but her mom had drilled a steady dislike of Point Pleasant into her head from the time they moved away. It was the place where her father had met his end in the icy waters of the Ohio River only weeks before Christmas and a hotspot for bizarre Mothman and UFO sightings. Was it any wonder her mother had insisted on burying the town in their past?
Right or wrong, Eve hadn't returned in fifteen years. She barely recognized the sparse streets now, so changed from the thriving river community she remembered. She'd been glad to see the Crowne Theater still in operation, but saddened to know G. C. Murphy's had closed its doors. How she, Maggie, and Sarah had loved their soda fountain.
Taking a deep breath, she popped the door on the Corolla and stepped onto the street. Aunt Rosie's house — the same house in which her father and his sister had grown up — was located several miles from downtown Point Pleasant. Every bit as imposing as she remembered, the large two story was offset by a covered porch and a towering chestnut tree in the front yard. Her father had once hung a tire from the lowest branch at Aunt Rosie's behest so Eve and her friends would have a swing when they visited.
Reluctantly, Eve glanced to the house next door. Not quite as large, the cheerful colonial looked in far better condition than the imposing structure Eve had inherited. The paint appeared fresh, the shrubs neatly trimmed. Colorful blooms had already sprouted in the flowerbeds, and a pot of pansies welcomed guests to the front porch.
She'd spent countless afternoons playing in Maggie's home. Countless Friday night sleepovers when they'd stayed up late eating Mrs. Flynn's peanut butter cookies and giggling about boys. She'd never told her friend about the crush she'd had on Caden, but Maggie had known. Best friends always did. Unlike his sister, Caden had survived that fatal night on the Silver Bridge.
With an inhale of determination, Eve hooked her purse onto her shoulder. She would leave her overnight bag and suitcase in the car for the time being. She'd packed light, hoping to finalize plans for the house and hotel within two weeks. Hopefully, Adam Barnett could recommend a real estate company capable of handling residential and commercial sales.
He'd warned her about the break-in. "Nothing taken, it appears. Just vandalism. It happens sometimes when a house sits empty. Probably teenagers looking for a thrill. I had all of the damaged items removed and disposed of as you requested."
The key turned easily in the lock. According to Mr. Barnett, the vandals had gained entrance through the screened porch in the rear, and then busted the kitchen door. Both doors would require reinforcing. With any luck, the rest of the damage would be minimal.
As she stepped inside, a swarm of memories assaulted her. The house smelled stale, closed up for too long, but a trace of Aunt Rosie's signature scent lingered beneath the mustiness. A light bouquet that whispered of spring flowers and clover. On the heels of having visited her aunt's grave at the cemetery, the fragrance brought tears to Eve's eyes. Hugging her arms close to her chest, she blinked them away.
Mr. Barnett had made sure all of the utilities were working, but it was stuffy in the house. She'd have to set the ceiling fans to circulate the air. At least no one had covered Aunt Rosie's pretty furniture with those dreadful white sheets people used when closing an estate.
Her aunt had kept most of the furniture Eve remembered from childhood. The gold and crystal lamps on the end tables were new, but the heavy-footed couch and easy chairs upholstered in crimson brocade were as she remembered, if faded from time. Black walnut tables and thick butternut drapes covered with climbing grapevines accentuated the décor. Surprisingly, there was little damage to the room.
Tracing her fingers along a chair rail, she headed for the dining room. Whoever bought the old monstrosity would have to crave a home with character. It certainly had that. From its wide windowsills to arched openings and massive moldings, it echoed the detailing of a different time.
In the kitchen, she found the door leading to the screened porch reinforced with plywood to prevent further break-ins. The upstairs fared worse. The room her talented aunt had employed as a dark room had been completely ransacked. Mr. Barnett had been hesitant to volunteer the information but said there were chemical spills, and many of her aunt's beloved photos had been found torn and littered on the floor. Looking at the damage, Eve felt a slow burn of anger that someone would destroy her aunt's work. They had no right! As if in mockery of the act, the vandals had used black spray paint to leave a large squiggle on the wall like a brand. Stupid, stupid kids.
Two of the bedrooms had barely been touched, but the last — her aunt's room — had suffered nearly as badly as the dark room. The contents had been dumped from the dresser and closet. At least Mr. Barnett had seen to it that her aunt's lovely clothing had been piled on the bed for her to sort through and replace. Someone had obviously overturned the bureau — the mirror was shattered — and the bedspread had been ripped off and thrown on the floor. This time when the tears welled, she couldn't stop them. It wasn't fair. Her aunt had been taken prematurely at forty-nine by an ugly disease, and this is how her memory was honored? Lifting a soft terry robe from the bed, she inhaled her aunt's scent and pressed the fabric to her cheek.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Rosie. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me."
Eve jerked reflexively when a sharp pounding interrupted her thoughts. Given the vandalism she'd witnessed, her heart lurched frightfully, sending a flutter through her stomach. It took a few seconds before she placed the sound as someone banging on the front door. Mr. Barnett had indicated someone from the sheriff's office would likely stop by to talk to her about the damage. She hadn't expected them so soon, but was eager to learn the details of the report. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ears, she hurried down the steps, then yanked open the door.
"Why hello there." The petite woman standing on her front porch offered a friendly smile.
"I ..." Eve mentally stumbled, her mind doing cartwheels. Something about the woman was familiar. The appearance was off — there was gray in the woman's hair that hadn't been there before, and her eyes looked watery, not bright like Eve remembered — but the inflection of her voice was the same. She swallowed hard. "Mrs. Flynn?"
"I saw your car. Maggie said you were coming."
Her dead friend's mother smiled indulgently and patted her hand. "It's all right. I realize things are different now." Turning, she roamed to the edge of the covered porch and rested her hands lightly on the railing as she gazed over the front yard. "Maggie has waited a long time for you, Eve."
Flummoxed by her unexpected arrival and the strange comments, Eve trailed after her. "Mrs. Flynn? I ... don't understand what you mean." Surely, her best friend's mother wasn't discussing Maggie as if she were still alive. Perhaps the woman was ill. Her odd behavior made the whole scenario seem like a dream.
A car passed in front of the house, sending a flutter of leaves into the yard on a puff of air. The breeze smelled of honeysuckle and exhaust, and a clingy kiss of sunlight warmed Eve's face. She couldn't be dreaming.
"Did you know they didn't find her body until June of '68?"
Eve bit her lip, uncertain how to respond. When her mother had uprooted them the spring after the bridge collapse, the bodies of three victims were still missing. She'd later learned that Maggie's remains had been located during the summer, but there was no talk of returning for the funeral. Her mother wouldn't hear of it.
"I'm so sorry." At least her father's body had been discovered in the debris pile on the Ohio side of the river, allowing him the dignity of a proper burial. Not Maggie. For nearly six months, her remains had been battered and misshapen by the cold currents of the river. If the knowledge ripped at Eve's heart, how much more the heart of her friend's mother?
"Would you ... would you like to come inside?"
"No thank you, dear." Mrs. Flynn turned to face her. "I just wanted to welcome you back. Maggie asked me to."
Oh, God. The woman was certifiably crazy.
She might have contemplated the thought further but for the arrival of a police car in front of Aunt Rosie's house. Mrs. Flynn shook her head at the sight, then quietly left the porch without so much as a goodbye. She was halfway across the yard when the man in the car stepped onto the street.
"Mom," he called.
Eve felt her eyebrows launch into her bangs as she watched the man dart around the rear of his car to greet Mrs. Flynn on the grass. They exchanged a few soft words before the woman continued her path back to her home and the man jogged toward the porch. As he hustled up the steps, Eve got the shock of her life.
"Hey, you remembered." Maggie's brother grinned and extended his hand.
When she slid her fingers into his, he yanked her close, hugging her tightly. In no time, she found herself laughing breathlessly.
"It's so good to see you, Ryan." She hugged him back, delighted by the warmth his unexpected presence brought. "Mr. Barnett never said you worked for the sheriff's department."
"Yep. A sergeant." He tapped the badge pinned to his neatly pressed uniform, then held her at arm's length, his smile igniting a sparkle in his blue eyes.
It was hard to believe the skinny thirteen-year-old she remembered had matured into such a tall, broad-shouldered man. His black hair, no longer curly but wavy, lay tousled over his brow, his grin as infectious as always.
"God, it's good to see you after all these years." Ryan seemed reluctant to release her. "I ran into Adam Barnett at the bank, and he told me he'd given you the keys. I can't believe you're really here."
"I can't either." She hugged him again, then laughed. "You got so tall."
"And you got so ..." He paused and wiggled his eyebrows, molding his hands in the shape of an hourglass. "Curvy."
She swatted his arm. "You always were a trouble-maker. Do you want to come in for a while? The house is a wreck, but —"
"Actually, that's why I'm here. I wanted to go over the vandalism report with you." He sobered abruptly and stepped away. "And I'm sorry about my mother. I hope she didn't say anything to upset you."
"No, I ..." How did she explain the odd conversation? She'd only been in Point Pleasant a short while. The last thing she wanted to do was offend a childhood friend by pointing out that his mother was off her rocker.
Ryan shook his head, clearly conscious of what may have been said. "Sometimes she gets confused and gets caught up in the past."
Eve let the remark slide without comment. "I was just going to get my bags out of my car." She steered the conversation elsewhere. "Maybe you could give me a hand?"
Together, they trudged to her Corolla. Ryan grabbed her suitcase and overnight bag while Eve snatched a jacket from the backseat along with a few boxed goods she'd brought for the trip. Later, she'd hit the grocery store and stock up on perishable items. At least the refrigerator was in working order.
In the house, Ryan carried her luggage upstairs while she detoured to the kitchen with her small parcel of crackers, instant rice, and peanut butter. She wished she had something to offer him, but the best she could manage was peanut butter and crackers. Mentally, she bumped the grocery store higher on her to-do list.
"I put everything in the spare bedroom for you," Ryan announced, entering the kitchen. "I guess you saw Rosie's room is a mess."
Eve added her box of instant rice to the nearest cupboard, nudging aside several cans of Campbell's soup left behind by Aunt Rosie. A vivid memory flashed through her mind as she recalled her aunt feeding her tomato soup and a grilled cheese for lunch on a brisk autumn day.
"Her dark room, too." Eve shut the cupboard and turned, bracing her back against the counter. "The vandals hit the upstairs hard. Do you have any idea who would have done such a thing?"
"Afraid not." Ryan motioned her toward the dining room. "Let's sit down."
At the dining room table, he withdrew a folded sheaf of papers from his breast pocket. "I thought you should have a copy of the vandalism report."
Eve eyed the papers he handed her. It was standard stuff — date, time, damage done. "Who reported it?"
"No one. I still live next door with my mom. It's um ... complicated." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "After Rosie died, I kept an eye on the place. Several days after her death, I was walking around the house when I noticed the door on the screened porch had been busted. I guess the vandals chose it because it was hidden from the street. Easy entry."
"Did they take anything?"
"Not that I could tell, but Rosie isn't here to answer that question. I should have said it before, Eve, but you have my sympathies." He covered her hand with his where it rested on the table.
She managed a wan smile and nodded a thank you. It was good to see him again, a familiar face that made the shock of returning to her childhood home less traumatic. Even if he was grown, no longer the thirteen-year-old boy she remembered, he was still the brother of her one-time best friend.
"So you think it was just kids out for some fun?" She winced, unable to comprehend how anyone could view destroying the home of the recently deceased as entertaining.
He hesitated. "It looks that way."
"Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Nothing of importance." He patted her hand again and stood, then paced a short distance away. "What are you going to do with the place?"
The million-dollar question. "Sell it, of course." It hurt to say, as if she was turning her back on Aunt Rosie and all her aunt held dear. "Vandalism aside, the home needs work to make it desirable. I'm no expert, but it looks like it could use a new roof and several of the rooms should be repainted. If I want to put it on the market, I'm going to have to fix it up first." It was a sobering thought. "I don't suppose you could recommend someone?"
He surprised her with a quick answer. "Do you remember Caden?"
"Your brother?" Her heart lurched again. How could she forget her childhood crush?
"He has a contracting business. Home remodeling, repairs. That sort of thing."
"It sounds ideal." For some reason she hadn't considered encountering him when she'd returned to Point Pleasant. "Do you have a phone number for him? I'd like to talk to him about taking on the repairs."
"How about if I have him stop by tomorrow? Will that work?"
"Perfect." She was planning on addressing the hotel tomorrow, something that would probably take most of the day. "Do you think he can stop early? Around nine? I was planning on visiting the hotel later."
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I will admit the first few chapters had me questioning if I would even finish this book. I thought the writing was awkward and the story setup felt like it was moving into cozy mystery territory. But I stuck with it based only on checking out glowing reviews of this book on Amazon. Very glad I gave the book a chance. The author hits her stride about midway into chapter three and suddenly its a ripping good read. You will know who the killer is long before the cops figure it out, but that is beside the point. The real mystery is the existence of the Mothman. If it is real, what is it and what does it want? The author weaves a bit of legend and lore together and turns out a vivid tale that left me just a little creeped out. Like I said, slow start, but so worth the wait for a big payoff.
As a resident of West Virginia, I was instantly interested in the plot of this book. It doesn't disappoint. Ms. Clair did a wonderful job with her research. I can't wait for the next book in the series.
Eve lost her father and one of her best friends Maggie the day Silver Bridge collapsed. Right after Eve’s mom signed the hotel over to Aunt Ruth and left with her family. Aunt Rose died of cancer at forty nine and left Eve her house and the Parrish Hotel. Eve was crushing on Caden who was eighteen to her twelve when she left. When Eve gets bacto Point Pleasant for the first time in she finds her Aunt Rose’s house had been broke into and the only two rooms completely tore apart was the dark room and her Aunt Rose’s bedroom. Caden was suggested to ask to help her fix the house up . Caden isn’t anything he was meant to be as guilt he felt that he suggested his sister Maggie going out. Caden lived and Maggie didn’t and he was being crushed under this overwhelming guilt. There are still rumors that Mothman is around. The Mothman is suppose to be in the region of TNT area that had once stored ammunition during W W I I. Mothman is a giant birdlike humanoid so the myth says and several people have reported seeing it in this area. Eve started getting threatening notes in her car to leave town. Eve also gets odd phone calls that consists of static and clicks. I liked the story but didn’t love it. The story was fast and some things were predictable. But this story does have: heroes, lies, a killer, murder, suspense, myths, romance, tragedy, greed and more. You did figure who was the killer before the end that was disappointing. I did like this story just didn’t love ir. I received an ARC of this story for an honest review.
Looking for something totally different that is fabulously suspenseful? “A Thousand Yesteryears” by Mae Clair should be next on your to-read list. This book is fascinating, intriguing and absolutely a page turner. First, let me try to explain the setting and inspiration for this novel without giving away too much of the plot. This book is fiction but inspired by real events that occurred in Point Pleasant, WV in 1966-67. From 1966 until 1967, people in the Point Pleasant area began reporting sightings of a large flying creature, referred to as The Mothman. I have no clue if Mothman is real, but there were reports of Mothman sightings up until the Silver Bridge collapsed. The Silver Bridge was also real and unfortunately collapsed into the Ohio River on December 15, 1967, killing 46 people. Again, there were reports of Mothman sightings right before the bridge collapsed. Having addressed those little tidbits, the story begins with a young girl Eve walking down the street in Point Pleasant with her friend Sarah, just as the Silver Bridge collapses. At the time of the collapse, Eve’s father is on the bridge, as well as, Eve’s best friend Maggie and her brother Caden. Caden is one of the few survivors of the collapse (and Eve had a huge crush on him). Fast forward 15 years and Eve is returning to Point Pleasant for the first time due to the passing of her Aunt Rosie, who willed her home and historic hotel to Eve. Initially, she is returning just to prepare her aunt’s house so that it can be sold, and most likely to also sell the family hotel in downtown Point Pleasant, but as soon as she gets there, odd things start happening. Eve reunites with old friends Caden and Ryan (Maggie’s older brothers), and Eve quickly learns that Caden continues to blame himself for his sister’s death. She also builds a friendship with an acquaintance from her childhood, Katie, who had become very close to her aunt over the years prior to her death. As things get more and more spooky and peculiar, the characters in this novel have to rely on gut instinct and blind faith to try to figure out what secrets have been kept in Point Pleasant all of these years. “A Thousand Yesteryears” was a perfect mix of suspense, mystery, paranormal legends, and justice. There are people in this world that believe legends and folklore, such as the story of Mothman. Then there are also those people who would never believe such things, the people who need concrete, indisputable evidence. Clair’s characters in this novel are no different – some believe and some do not. Whether the characters believe in Mothman (or some of the other paranormal, spooky stuff in the novel, they have to cast aside their doubts and follow their instincts, even when it makes no sense. This is not a book that you easily solve the riddle or figure out who did what. I was stumped quite a few times, suspecting that one person was a bad guy/girl, when really they were not. I was immediately drawn into this story and it’s characters, flying through this novel to find out the ending. Mae Clair’s writing keeps you on the edge of your seat from beginning to end and blends the perfect amount of fantasy and realism to appeal to a wide audience. Even if you are not typically a huge fan of this type of novel, I still highly recommend it for an exciting read! I can’t wait for more to come in Mae Clair’s Point Pleasant Series. *I received a copy of this from the author in exchange for an honest review.
WOW OMG, I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! A Thousand Yesteryears by Mae Clair is a story about tragedy in a small town. Murder, UFO’s, myths and legends kept me spellbound. Unputdownable! After reading A Thousand Yesteryears, I see why the title is so very appropriate. I love when it fits so perfectly. There is so much I want to share about A Thousand Yesteryears, so I must be careful not to “spoil” you. If you are a fan of myths and legends, creature features, tragedy that leaves the residents stuck in place, unable to move on, then A Thousand Yesteryears is a must read for you. Eve had lost her father and best friend to the collapse of the Silver Bridge (really happened) and had been gone since her mother took her away right after the tragedy struck. Now she’s back. Is it true…You can’t go back home again…or is home where the heart is? “You should leave before you get hurt.” As she meets old acquaintances and begins to reconsider the direction her life is headed, the threats and danger begin. Eve will have some difficult choices ahead of her, if she can manage to stay alive. The legend of Mothman (rumored to live in Point Pleasant), the curse of Chief Cornstalk, UFOs, a collapsed bridge that killed many and a man that killed his share of victims. A Thousand Yesteryears is about the tragedies of the small town of Point Pleasant and the residents struggles to continue on with their lives. A Thousand Yesteryears brings to light small town living. The longer Eve stays, the more she sees that her preconceived ideas and people she dismissed so easily in her youth will come to mean everything to her as she grows and opens her mind. Rumors and gossips…pranks gone wrong… The more I read, the harder it is to stop, even for a moment. Eve has grown and developed into a caring, loving person, making new friends, finding lost love, grasping her Point Pleasant legacy with both hands, bravely searching for answers to the mystery and danger she found herself in because she refused to be run out of town. Katie, what a wonderful, misunderstood girl who Eve’s Aunt Rosie took under her wing, mentoring and loving her as the daughter she never had. Caden, Eve’s childhood crush, who is so laden with guilt over his sister’s death on the bridge, that he cannot move on. All the other characters are just as complex and carry their own baggage, but once their personalities shown through, they found their place in my reading family. All except… And Mothman…what can I say about Mothman. Not much because it will give too much away, but this is one myth that lives and thrives in the real town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia. . Mae Clair’s writing created so much tension, that it took all I had not to skip ahead! The romance, mystery, myth and suspense kept me white knuckled, on the edge of my seat, talking to myself…oh no…hurry, hurry…must know. I gobbled the words like Lays potato chips and I know one Point Pleasant and Mothman book is never going to be enough. A Thousand Yesteryears by Mae Clair can stand alone, but she leaves the characters wide open for more adventure.
Absolutely Riveting I’m fascinated by cryptozoology and grew up not too far from West Virginia, where the legend of the Mothman and this story occur. So when I heard this book, written by an author whose other work I’ve enjoyed, was available for preorder, I immediately placed mine. I was so sad that I was too busy to read it the day it was released. But the second I had a chance, I sat down to read it. And I read it in one sitting. I was captivated. I couldn’t put it down until I’d read every last word. A Thousand Yesteryears follows Eve Parrish, who returns to Point Pleasant when her aunt dies. She’s inherited more than just her aunt’s properties—she’s inherited mystery and danger, as well. Vandalism, threats, animal mutilation—it’s a good thing the boy next door used to be a cop. He also used to be the boy she had a crush on. Fifteen years later, those feelings come rushing back. And he returns them. Mixed up in the modern day mystery is the fifteen-year-old Mothman legend, the tragedy of the bridge collapse, and the disappearance of a reportedly “easy” girl. How the mysteries of fifteen years earlier and those of the current time period intersect are chilling. And the author ties it all together brilliantly. Mae Clair weaves a masterful story full of well-conceived plot points. Her characters are three-dimensional and realistic, lovely people you want to meet and have dinner with (or sadistic villains you want to run from even in a sunny park or crowded church). The settings come to life, much more than sights but also sounds and smells. I relived the eighties through this work. And the ending is satisfying, yet is open-ended enough to so we can revisit these characters and this world again. And I, for one, am looking forward to doing just that.
The great tragedy happened years ago and the small town of Point Pleasant never quite recovered. Eve Parrish left as a child, leaving behind the horror of losing both her father and her best friend, but she is back to settle her aunt’s estate, only to discover that the town she once loved still bears the pall of death and the rumors of an long time legend. Some things should never be re-visited, some things are hiding evil and must be exposed, and Eve is determined to do just that. A survivor of that horrendous tragedy, Caden Flynn wears the face of a man tortured by guilt that he cannot avoid, and Eve’s return awakens the his pain and something else in a man who has become a shell of what he was meant to be. Could it be hope or is it something deeper? Like many small towns legends and rumors abound, Point Pleasant has “the Mothman,” a creature who is rumored to have been sighted in the woods surrounding the town, is he a legend, a figment of gossip and wild imaginations or is he truly the nightmare they claim? OR, could there be an even more vile creature living right in their midst, wearing the façade of a good citizen of power? Follow Eve and Caden as they dig through the past to discover murder, lies and unlikely heroes because of a voice from beyond the veil. Mae Clair’s A Thousand Yesteryears combines the talent of an amazing author, a touch of the supernatural, murder, cover ups and the character of a small town trapped in the ghosts of the past. If magnetic mysteries with a touch of romance, a lot of suspense and fabulous characters and dialogue are musts for you, I highly recommend A Thousand Yesteryears ! I received an ARC edition from Lyrical Underground via NetGalley in exchange for my honest review
Eve returns to her hometown of Point Pleasant to settle her aunt's estate. The town and its inhabitants are still affected by the collapse of a bridge 15 years ago, which killed Eve's father and Eve's best friend, Maggie. At the time, the then thriving town was gripped by sightings of The Mothman, a mythical figure. After the bridge disaster which affected so many lives, the town went into a decline, but rumors and folklore still abound, and Eve becomes entangled in a mystery that merges past and present. A Thousand Yesteryears was a really good mix of crime fiction combined with the supernatural and blended with a little romantic suspense. Although much of it was predictable, the characters were so believable and likable that I really enjoyed it. There was a nice eerie atmosphere throughout with some suspenseful moments in a fast-paced plot. The ending wrapped things up nicely but left room for future adventures in Point Pleasant. If there is more of Eve, Caden, Ryan and Katie, I would definitely want to read it. Highly recommended for fans of paranormal mysteries. Many thanks to Kensington Books, Lyrical Underground, for my ARC via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.