It Happened in the Highlands is the next book in the new historical highland series, The Penningtons, from USA Today bestseller May McGoldrick...
Lady Josephine Pennington was jilted by her fiancé once rumors spread about her questionable origins. Her adoptive parents have always provided her with the love and protection she’s needed to feel secure, and over the last sixteen years she’s molded herself to meet the expectations of others. When she receives a package containing sketches where the subject is eerily familiar, Jo believes she might have found a clue to the identity of her birth mother.
When Captain Wynne Melfort ended his engagement to Jo Pennington sixteen years ago, he never imagined he would see her again. But after he uncovers information that could reveal the truth about Jo’s parentage, Wynne feels bound by duty to right an old wrong and inform her of his find. He didn’t expect for feelings long thought dead to resurface, for in his mind a love departed was gone forever.
As they strive to unravel the mystery of her birth, Jo must learn how to trust the man who’d once rejected her and Wynne must reconcile his head with his heart. But as secrets of the past begin to surface, evil forces will stop at nothing to keep Jo from uncovering the truth and reclaiming her legacy. Together, Jo and Wynne must fight the deadly menace lurking deep in the Highland mists.
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The Scottish Highlands
With the mid-morning sun warm on his back, Wynne Melfort nudged his chestnut steed to a canter, following the grassy cart path along the banks of the River Don. He breathed deeply, filling his lungs with the strange, coconut scent of the brilliantly yellow gorse as his gaze was drawn along the sparkling waters to the crystal-blue backdrop of the round-shouldered Grampians to the west.
"Fine day to be out," he said aloud, expecting no answer from his horse.
When Wynne retired from the Royal Navy two years ago, he and his friend Dermot McKendry, who'd served as surgeon on his ships for almost a decade, had turned their steps toward this idyllic place in the Highlands. The majestic mountains and the mysterious lochs and the stretches of untamed coastline couldn't have been more different from the wide-open sea, or the lush green islands of the West Indies, or the crowded bustle of London and the West End. No place he'd ever been matched the beauty of the Highlands.
Not a mile along the river, Wynne turned his mount northward and rode up the rising tract through the newly tilled fields and stone-pocked grazing lands. Before long, the grey tower of the former Clova Abbey came into sight. Now known only as "the Abbey," the vast estate — with its farms and forests, mill, and fish ponds — belonged for centuries to Dermot's family, but the place had become the property of the Crown during the troubled times of Bonnie Prince Charlie. The McKendrys had a penchant for choosing the noble — and often losing — side of things.
The Abbey had offered the perfect situation for the two men. The good doctor, having inherited the wrecked estate, wanted to rebuild it and start a hospital — a licensed private asylum for those suffering from mental disorders caused by injury or disease. Prior to his years sailing with Wynne, Dermot had worked in an asylum in Edinburgh. Whatever he'd experienced there, it had been enough to drive the man to do this — to try to improve on treatment he found greatly flawed.
For himself, Wynne wanted a place to settle, so he put up his money in return for a portion of the estate lands. Now that his son had joined him here, Wynne's investment was even more important. Years from now, when he was gone, the tower house he was rebuilding and the land around it would provide a legacy, a home that Andrew Cuffe Melfort could call his own, with obligations to no man.
It was a sound partnership. Dermot served as director of the hospital, handling the medical side of things; Wynne served as governor, managing the business affairs.
Passing the fields that Dermot's aging uncle — known to all as "the Squire" — had designated as his golfing links, he soon reached the house. As he rode by the courtyard formed by two wings extending out from the main section of the building, he saw a number of patients and handlers taking advantage of the sun. The ground floor of a north annex, built by the army as a barracks during the campaigns to subdue the Highlands, now served as the ward for patients they were already treating.
Dismounting by the stables, Wynne turned at the sound of a shout coming from the direction of the kitchen gardens.
He shielded his eyes as he looked toward the voice. With his bald head shining, Hamish was stomping toward him, hauling a scowling ten-year-old boy along by the collar.
This certainly didn't bode well, Wynne thought, peering at his son's face as the two approached. Cuffe was sporting a welt over one eye, a bloodied nose, a swollen lower lip, and a torn shirt beneath his waistcoat and dirt-stained russet jacket.
Another fight. The lad had only been in Scotland for a month, and this was his fourth skirmish. Cuffe was living up to the warning his Jamaican grandmother sent when she'd written that she could no longer keep him.
Wynne knew nothing about raising a child, but he'd enlisted the aid of others to assist him. Cameron, the purser on his ship and now the bookkeeper at the Abbey, was to begin teaching the lad what he'd be learning in school. Hamish, lead man on the farms, was to instruct the boy about the practical side of managing the land, an education invaluable for a future landowner.
As post captain in the Royal Navy, Wynne had commanded a number of vessels and hundreds of men during his career. Lads younger than his son served aboard ship, and they all needed time to adjust to the life. He admired the ten-year-old's independent spirit, but Cuffe was beginning to worry him.
Wynne handed the reins to a stable hand as the two drew near.
"He's done it this time, Captain," the farm manager huffed. "This scoundrel of yers."
Hamish was known both for his patience and his stoical acceptance of the trials of farming in the Highlands. Whatever Cuffe had done now, it clearly had been enough to push the Highlander beyond his limits.
"What have you done, lad?" Wynne asked.
Thin but strong, with a ramrod-straight back, his son gazed steadily at the ground in front of him, his curly, collar-length brown hair falling partially across his battered face. He never looked Wynne in the eye or spoke to him — acts of rebellion, he supposed — but the boy would eventually come around. He had to.
"I'll tell ye, Captain," Hamish snapped, not waiting. "This loon of yers has turned the pigs out in the kitchen gardens."
Pigs in the garden. That was a first. He doubted the pigs did this damage to his face.
"Explain yourself," he ordered.
Cuffe's chin lifted and his deep brown eyes stared off at the mountains. He showed no hint of fear and certainly no suggestion of responding.
"I told the young miscreant to oversee the feeding of the pigs while I got ready for us to go out to the west farms. Next thing I knew, the porkers are running amok, the house is in an uproar, and Cook is rampaging, about as wild as I've ever seen her. Threatened to put yer son out for the faeries."
"How did he get the bruises on his face?"
"A fight, Captain." Hamish shook his head. "By the time we got the pigs back in their pens, we heard squalling so loud I thought the Bean Nighe — the demon washerwoman herself — was carrying off a bairn. Turned out yer lad was giving three of the farm lads a beating."
Looking at the injuries, Wynne wondered how bad the others must look.
"And two of them bigger than this one," the Highlander asserted. "Now, I know lads will scuffle from time to time, but we can't have the hospital governor's son beating up the very farm workers he's supposed to be overseeing."
There was no point in demanding answers. Wynne was well accustomed to the vow of silence Cuffe had obviously taken when it came to communicating with him. Over the past month, Wynne had managed the disciplining of the boy himself, but perhaps the chores he'd been assigning were not tough enough.
"I'll leave the issue of punishment for this infraction to you, Hamish."
Cuffe's face turned a shade darker, but he refused to look at Wynne.
"Take him," he ordered the Highlander. "My son needs to understand that if he refuses to present a reasonable defense for his actions, there are consequences to be paid."
The farm manager led Cuffe off, muttering about mucking shite out of the stables. According to Dermot, Hamish believed that tough, physical labor was the best way to teach and discipline, and maintain self-respect.
Walking along the side of the building toward the north annex, Wynne tried to remember what he'd been like at that age. As a second son, he'd endured the dreary routine of tutors at home while his older brother was away at Eton, and those men had never spared the rod in teaching him discipline. With the exception of developing an aversion for corporal punishment, he'd never questioned his life or the decisions that were made by his parents. He'd always accepted that those in authority knew best.
Years later, a duel fought on a grey London morning — and the long weeks of recovery that followed — had served to awaken him. He was twenty-two then and had been fortunate to see another sunrise.
As Wynne entered the north annex, the bookkeeper, Cameron, appeared at the bottom of a stairwell.
"Dr. McKendry is looking for you, Captain. He's in his office."
Telling the former purser that Cuffe would likely be absent from his afternoon lessons, Wynne then ascended the stairs. He walked past his own office — an oasis of order and calm — and entered Dermot's chaotic workplace. Regardless of the constant nagging of the housekeeper during the weekly cleaning, every surface of the spacious room was covered with papers and folders, and the floor was little better. Textbooks and medical journals were scattered about and piled in corners. Volumes lay open on every available chair and on top of stacks of paper.
Each man had his own method of managing his affairs, and neither interfered with the ways of the other, though Wynne was often sorely tempted by the sight of Dermot's mess.
Standing at a tall desk by a window, the doctor was inscribing notes in an open ledger. He turned around and tossed the pen on top of the book when he heard Wynne enter.
"You're back." He smiled, satisfaction evident on his face. "The most extraordinary circumstances have developed with our new patient."
"Charles Barton?" Wynne asked. "A change in his condition already?" "Come and see for yourself." Dermot came around his desk.
Ten days ago, Charles Barton, fifty-six years of age, arrived at the Abbey emaciated and unresponsive, delivered for permanent care by his aging mother, a local landowner. Her son, Mrs. Barton explained, had arrived home at Tilmory Castle in this condition after sustaining a head injury during an explosion aboard some merchant ship months earlier.
Though the old woman had provided generous financial support to make certain her son would be well cared for in his final days, Dermot believed that Barton's demise was not imminent.
"I heard an uproar of some kind coming from the direction of the gardens," the doctor said, as they started down the stairs to the hospital ward.
Wynne nodded. "I understand the pigs had some extra greens in their diet, thanks to Cuffe."
The men exchanged a look. Nothing more needed to be said. Wynne's struggles with new parenthood weren't lost on Dermot. "Well, I'm certain Hamish will have everything back on an even keel in no time."
"I hope so," Wynne replied. "I took your aunt's recommendation and stopped down at the village and spoke to the vicar about providing Cuffe with some religious instruction. It was agreed that an hour a week would —"
"You should have asked Blane McKendry about golfing instruction instead." Dermot shook his head. "I happen to know that old heathen can teach Cuffe more about niblicks and longnoses than he can about Psalms and Beatitudes."
Regardless of the weather, the Squire and his brother the vicar met every day to chase their golf balls across the fields.
Wynne and Dermot entered the nearly empty ward. He'd seen many of the patients outside. At the far end of the long and spacious room, two handlers were settling Stevenson, the only unpredictable patient in the hospital. Still in his twenties, the former dockworker from Aberdeen had been diagnosed with "furious mania." Highly disturbed, he had occasional bouts of violence, and any irritation could upset him. Even now, he was upbraiding the handlers with loud obscenities and clutching his tam protectively to his chest.
Wynne knew it took a special temperament and character to treat lunatics. Dermot would not permit the use of shackles, though they were commonly used elsewhere, and only Stevenson was restrained at night. The doctor believed attempts should be made to cure these men, and short of that, they should at least be allowed to live decently.
Charles Barton, their newest patient, was sitting by a sunny window halfway down the room with a secretary's desk on his lap. Thin fingers moved a pencil lightly over paper.
"He's conscious!" Wynne exclaimed.
"More or less," the doctor said. "He has yet to speak a word."
The two men crossed the ward to the window, but Barton didn't look up or acknowledge their presence. The man's greying curls were bound in a head wrapping, and his pale, sunken cheeks sported a thick beard.
"His mother made no mention of it, but we've discovered that Mr. Barton is an accomplished artist," Dermot told him. "But the fascinating thing is that he likes to draw the same face, the same young woman, over and over."
The old man's eyes were fixed on a sheet of paper, his fingers becoming more insistent as he finished with a drawing and reached for a clean sheet.
"I'd like to know the subject of this man's obsession." Dermot handed the recently drawn sheet to his friend. "It might help with the patient's recovery."
Wynne gazed at the drawing in his hands. He'd seen those dark curls before in a thousand dreams. He'd seen them swept up, and he'd seen them falling gracefully over those slender shoulders. He'd seen those eyes, so precisely angled above the high cheekbones. The delicate nose, the set of the mouth. Those lips.
Recognition struck him like a bolt of lightning. He felt the blood drain from his face. It can't be, he thought. Alarm and hope battled for dominance.
Wynne picked up another sketch. And then another. He stared at each one in turn. All the same woman. There was no question.
* * *
It was only yesterday, the first time they met.
The flushed faces of dancers in their gowns of gold and blue and green, and their evening suits of black, and uniforms of red and blue. Around him, his fellow officers were joking and pointing out prospective brides and conquests.
And then he saw her.
They'd never been introduced, but he knew her by name. She was unlike so many of the young women being presented at Court for the first time, who fought for every glimmer of attention. Even now, standing by the punch bowl, she had a quiet reserve that hinted at sadness. He wondered if she was affected by stories that were beginning to circulate. He didn't put any stock in gossip, but the talk of her origins was spreading like flames in a dry August meadow.
Groups of partygoers milled about, and several young women halted beside her.
Wynne knew the moment something was said. The warm blush drained from her pretty face and her back stiffened.
Suddenly, she was off, darting through the crowd with the deftness of a bird in flight, until she disappeared through the doors opening onto the terrace.
What possessed him to go, he'd asked himself so many times. He only knew she was upset, she was alone, and he went after her.
* * *
"I ..." Wynne began to speak, but the words were too slow to keep up with his drumming heart and his racing mind. "The woman in these drawings is Josephine Pennington."
Baronsford, the Scottish Borders
The drowsy infant's contented sigh caressed Jo's heart like a summer breeze. Holding her niece on her lap, she gazed at the long lashes and the round cheeks and pursed, red lips. She didn't think she'd ever seen a child more beautiful than the Honorable Beatrice Ware Macpherson Pennington, born just two months ago to her brother Hugh and his extraordinary wife, Grace.
"The resemblance is astonishing."
Jo tore her gaze from the angelic bairn and watched her sister-in-law peruse the portfolio of sketches that had arrived only yesterday from a private asylum in the Highlands.
"These must be drawings of you at a younger age," Grace asserted, holding one of the pages up to Jo's face.
Relief rushed through her. Her sister-in-law confirmed what she too had seen. The image definitely bore a close resemblance to her.
"Look at the tilt of the eyes. The shape of the brow. The reserved smile. Even the expression on her face as she looks away. You do the same whenever you're the center of attention."
Everything Grace said was true. Upon opening the parcel, Jo had been dumbfounded. She couldn't recollect when these sketches might have been done of her. But she'd quickly noticed the differences. The loose curls that draped over the woman's shoulders. The dated style of her dress, long before Jo's own time. One of the drawings depicted a worn mountain peak in the background. At no time in Jo's youth had she ever visited such a place, though of course, it might have just been a whim in the mind of the artist.
But the similarities were undeniable, and Jo was struggling to repress the buoyant feeling of hope rising in her chest. The possibility existed that these sketches might lead to an answer she'd been pursuing all her life.
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It Happened In The Highlands by May McGoldrick is an amazing historical romance. Ms. McGoldrick has delivered a book that is well-written and loaded with fantastic, lovable characters. Jo is an orphan raised and loved in the Pennington household as a daughter and was jilted days before their wedding by Hugh. Their story will take you on an emotional roller coaster. There is plenty of drama, humor, action, suspense and spice to keep readers glued to this book. I enjoyed every page of this book and look forward to reading more from May McGoldrick in the future. It Happened In The Highlands is book 2 of The Pennington Family Series but can be read as a standalone. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger. I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book that I received from NetGalley. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
Jo ' story was great... Although a bit more graveling seemed in order in my opinion, but loved their story. Cuffe is a doll.
I've never read May and took a chance when the ARC was offered to me. I am SO glad I did. I now have a new Historic Scot author to add to my favored list! This was a great story about prejudice and how gossip hurt others. It's about knowing the value of yourself and trusting that inner core of strength. Lady Josephine Pennington was born in the streets of London witnessed by her adopted mother while her unknown birth mother died from her labors. Jo was fully embraced by the Pennington family and treated as one of the many siblings she grew up with. Unfortunately there were others in the "ton" who also witnessed her birth and never let others forget her uncertain heritage with their malicious whispers. All her life Jo tried to ignore the whispers, her family surrounding her jumping to her defence. When she was presented to the Queen for her "coming out" and put forward in the "marriage mart" she caught the eye of young Captain Wynne Melfort. He saw the slight to her heritage and sought her out to ease her hurt. During their courtship he was ever there, quick to defend and give her support. Even to his parents who did NOT favor their courtship. Ten days before they were to be married he received his Navy orders that he was to ship out to fight in the war not knowing when he would return. The realities of not being there for her and knowing his parents would make her life hell, made him realize he couldn't go through with the marriage even though he loved her dearly. Years pass and Jo has become a "spinster" heiress who uses her wealth to help women and children who need support and have nowhere to turn. She gets a clue in the post of someone who might know who she is and decides to investigate on her way to visit her brother who's going to be a father for the first time. This starts the adventure as it's retired Captain Melfort who sees the clue and makes sure she gets it. He's planning to stay out of her path when she arrives but you know how plans go. I loved how these two find their comfort zone and renew the passion between them. I'm a sucker for second chance stories and guardian protector heroes. This one hit all my favorite "hot buttons" for story lines. Just loved this adventure! Thank you May McGoldrick and St. Martin's Press for the NetGalley ARC of this book. I'm sorry it's late but well worth the time I took to read the story. I will be seeking more stories from this Husband-Wife writing duo.
Can two people have a second chance at love after sixteen years apart? Josephine Pennington and Wynne Melfort were engaged to be married. Jo was a foundling who did not know her birth parents but was so lucky to be a part of a wonderful adoptive family. But gossip and ugly stories about Jo's background tear them apart. Wynne's family is against his marriage and he ends up breaking if off with Jo. She is of course devastated because she really loved Wynne so she devotes herself to helping others and tries to forget him. So sixteen years later, Jo and Wynne meet again and find the old attraction is still there, although both have changed a lot with the passing years. Can they come together or let the past keep them apart? Does Jo find out about her birth and where she really came from? This is a wonderful story you will be glad you read and will leave you anxiously awaiting the other stories in this series! Lori Dykes
Delightful is the key word for this story......but that is only after the word heartbreak. This book brings to mind the question "What happens when you make a decision for what you think is all the rights reasons and it turns out to be wrong?" The opening of the book prepares the reader for this finely written story of lost love. Captain Wynne Melfort originally did not catch my attention because I felt he was weak in character for jilting Jo. It wasn't till further into the book that he became more real when I learned his reasoning but seriously I was still upset with him until I realised his age at the time. Jo was hung up on her feelings of not being enough. Many people can relate to her situation but I was glad when events in the book caused her to open her eyes and consider other possibilities. The authors superb job in this area will teach all readers a much needed lesson. This book was well written and the descriptive scenes will draw the reader into this book. I give this 4.5 STARS for being deeply profound in many areas of life causing this reader to think about things from another point of view.
it happened in the highlands is a second-chance at love story that addresses some real issues like adoption and identity and race. wynne melton and jo pennington had been engaged once, when they were young and innocent. he was going off to war and she was overwhelmed by a society that didn't quite know where to place her. he broke her heart. and he nearly died for it. and sixteen years later they meet again. this time when a patient at the mental hospital he helps manage draws images that bear her likeness. there is a mystery afoot. and it might reveal the secrets of jo's birth and her circumstances. wynne has never forgotten her. he's never forgiven himself for how he handled things. but jo doesn't want to dwell on the past. she wants to move forward. except neither of them can forget the hold they had on each other's hearts back then. it's a hold that is still evident in the present. and so they find their way back to each other. and they learn about who they really are. jo quite literally. but wynne shows us growth as a character too. sometimes i'm not always sure about second-chance stories because i find that there is too much to forgive, too much atonement required. and yet, jo isn't ever bitter, and when she does finally allow wynne to explain himself, she only makes him do it once. her forgiveness is freely given. and that makes all the difference. **it happened in the highlands published on march 27, 2018. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/st. martin's press (swerve) in exchange for my honest review.
Lady Jo Pennington was adopted, but her family was great, supportive and so loving. She became engaged to Captain Wynne Melfort, but he broke it off when he got his orders to go to war. He felt he could not protect her. She had been slander by the ton, all of her life and they didn't even know what happened. The characters had depth and a great love of life. The descriptions of some of the beautiful scenery, they saw were amazing. I loved it where Jo got Kissed after sixteen years of waiting for Wynne. There is a lot of heart to this tale and I enjoyed every moment. But boy, was I tired in the A.M, had to finish it. I received this ARC free and voluntarily reviewed, it.
Though I tend to always love this author’s writing style and enjoyed Romancing the Scot, book 1 of this series, I’m sorry to report this book happened to start off with elements that just do not sit well with me in my romantic reads. I’m just not a fan of a spineless, cowardly hero. I just didn’t buy into or feel it acceptable how he ended things. Finding out the circumstances six years later made him even less appealing. It was just too little, too late, folks. Knowing their broken engagement would create a humiliating scandal on top of the cruel way Jo, the heroine, was already been treated/gossiped day in and day out by London’s elite made me what to see Wynne walk the plank in shark infested waters. Yeah, thanks for nothing, buddy. Oh, there is more. Jo was in love with him and considered him her knight in shining armor, since she would finally be considered respectable/free of the hurtful wagging tongues. She was also ecstatic to have someone 100% unconditionally by her side who would fight for her happiness forever more. Were we really supposed to be impressed he finally found his backbone, but put it to use finding happiness somewhere else. Well, I wasn’t. Instead, I wanted Jo to fall for Wynne’s best friend/business partner, who was obviously smitten with her. Frankly, anyone but Wynne would have worked. Josephine, the heroine, deserved better from the get go, folks. You know it isn’t a good sign when about 40% into the main couple share a kiss, and you wish it had never happened. She was truly such a good, caring person that I’m especially sad she missed out on having much of a life these past 16 years. Wynne even admits there were other women before and after his love for Jo had long dissipated. Yeah, she was but a distant memory, basically a regret because he felt guilty she was likely hurt the way he left. Now he thinks he can just snap his fingers and everything will be right as rain. Unfortunately, she still has always been in love with him and never moved on. An all too familiar theme in some romance books. No matter how you try to sugarcoat their attraction and feelings for each other, after being reunited almost two decades later, I have too much of a bitter taste in my mouth to listen to Wynne whine about now wanting her. At 60%, I still had the sinking feeling this love boat of a hero self-inflicted previously doomed and left for dead relationship was still destined for a voyage I did not want to be on. The Titantic like iceberg was Josephine unjustly taking blame for something that was not her fault! Even after him admitting he was the one at fault, he still did not regret turning his back on her, then six years later finding happiness without her. All despite the fact,he was supposedly in love with Jo all those years ago. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess. All in all, I’m starting to feel punked. This book must have just been a test to see if we would call the author, who I normally love, out on such absurdity in a romantic read. Rest assured, if this happens again, I will definitely not read anymore of this series. Title: It Happened in the Highlands, Series: The Pennington Family (Book 2), Author: May McGoldrick, Pages: 239, stand-alone but part of a series, 16 year separation, hero not celibate during separation, OW history with a child, heroine deserved better, didn’t fight for love. Book 1 - Romancing the Scot Book 2 - It Happened in the Highlands (NetGalley ARC review)
I absolutely loved Jo and Wynne's story!! IT was a reunion story, which is one of my favorites! After being dumped right before the wedding, Jo has made a life for herself knowing that she will never marry. She never imagined that she would run into her former betrothed again. Wynne didn't want to end his engagement all those years ago, but getting his orders, he knew that he could not protect Jo from all the rumors surrounding her birth when he was on the other side of the world. He did what he thought would be best for her. I really enjoyed watching Jo and Wynne find their way back to each other and solve the mystery of Jo's birth. I also really enjoyed Wynne's son and hope the McGoldrick explores his HEA! I believe that there are still two brothers that need their story told, so I'm excited to see what McGoldrick has in store for them!
Engaged from the beginning I could not put this book down! It made me think and care and invest in the characters hoping they would manage to find a way to the HEA they so richly deserved. Definitely a second chance at romance love story but with sixteen years apart both Jo and Wynne are different people than they once were and better, in many ways, for their years apart. Both have grown and developed into more interesting, complex and stronger people than they may have had they married years before. I enjoyed reading this book not only for the romance but for the mystery of finding out what Jo’s background was. I enjoyed the growth of Wynne as he got to know his son better. I found the relationship between Wynne and Jo believable and now want to find out what will happen in the next two books of the series and can’t wait till they are released! Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press - Swerve for the ARC – This is my honest review. 4 – 5 Stars
I loved seeing how Jo had matured and found a peace for herself and her situation. Wynne was racked with guilt for most of the story, but how they resolved their problems with the past was perfect. Cuffe was a great addition to family and setting as well. The updates on Grace and Hugh was wonderful to see. The antagonist threw me off a little, it wasn't the person who I exactly thought it was, but I'm glad the ending turned out as it did. Pretty much perfect justice in the end! Thank you NetGally for the ARC!