Moat Hill Hall

Love was not something I was in search of. Love found me. A love that grew like a weed, unwanted but prolifically consuming. Moat Hill, with all its past grandeur, was drenched in sadness. Scrape the crumbling plaster away from its walls and you'll find secrets creeping beneath its surface. And the Hall's master, Mr Evans, my client, would be the catalyst of the grief I feel today.

Architect Rosie Rudley's ambitious desire to further her career unexpectedly changes her life.

Arriving at Mo...