A story of love, family, and home set among the lush summer evenings of Seattle. When Miranda rents out her garden house to a mysterious new tenant, she begins to have disturbing dreams that someone is in danger. Is it mid-life crisis? Empty-nest syndrome? Or is something sinister lurking right outside in her beloved garden? There’s only one way to find out.
“Enchanting, beautiful and heartwarming.” – Amazon review
“I was completely swept away by this tale.” – NetGalley review
“A thoughtful narrative with a mystery at its heart.” – Goodreads review
“Inspiring, romantic and suspenseful.” – Amazon review
Passages from The Garden House
Clara had loved the profusion of forget-me-nots that surrounded the garden house, and decided to christen the cottage the Forget-Me-Not House.
[Miranda] loved every section of her garden, but this shadier and damper part always stirred in her a feeling of tenderness. It grew thick with hosta and ferns, and perennials that didn’t need much care – patches of bleeding hearts and shy lily-of-the-valley.
Paula stood and held up a potted flower. “Just look at this clematis – it’s as big as a saucer.” Miranda reached out to touch the pale purple flower. “It’s beautiful.”
A sigh released from deep inside. Home. She was home and everything would be all right.
Filling her arms and basket, Miranda carried the flowers and greenery into the house, and spread them out on the kitchen table. Then she began arranging the flowers in vases and jars, and floating them in glasses and bowls.
Miranda led the way to the lower garden, where the tree-like rhododendrons and lower azaleas formed a sort of double wall.
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