Some houses have secrets. This one prefers throwing them at you… literally.
Sol Davenport wasn’t exactly thrilled to inherit her great-aunt’s decrepit mansion. But with a fresh layoff and zero other options, fixing up the place seemed like a halfway decent idea. That is, until the walls started whispering, the doors began slamming on their own, and Aunt Prudence’s ghost appeared to offer her unwanted decorating advice.
Armed with little more than a stubborn streak and a knack for sarcasm, Sol is determined to fix up the house, sell it, and hightail it back to a life that doesn’t include sentient staircases. But Davenport Manor has other plans. When a mysterious box lands on her doorstep—complete with protective wards, an old pendant, and Aunt Prudence’s cryptic journal hinting at curses and dark family secrets—Sol quickly realizes that getting rid of the ghosts won’t be as easy as tossing out some dusty old furniture.
Now she’s stuck unraveling a murder mystery that’s older than the mansion itself, guided by a trio of bickering spirits: a tea-obsessed Nana Edna, a gambling-addicted Uncle Ralph, and Aunt Prudence, who has a few choice words about Sol’s organizational skills. But if Sol thinks the ghosts are the biggest problem, she’s in for a surprise.
With help from Penny, the town’s snarky historian who loves nothing more than a good scandal, the maddeningly helpful handyman Adam who might just be a little too handsome for his own good, and the enigmatic Ezra who knows more about magic than he’s letting on, Sol must navigate family feuds, cursed relics, and some very opinionated hauntings.
The house itself seems to be in on the chaos, steering Sol toward its darkest secrets, even if it means a few (okay, more than a few) scares along the way. Because at Davenport Manor, the past isn’t just haunting—it’s actively meddling.
Perfect for readers who enjoy haunted house mysteries, reluctant heroines, and supernatural shenanigans with a side of slow-burn romance.