Sandrine is a shy woman, bound by the restrictions society has laid upon her, and yet traumatic events have encouraged her to run away from those restrictions.
She feels an intimate connection to the house her grandmother has suddenly vacated. That connection turns out to be something quite sinister and frightening. It awakens her passion, her emotional and physical needs, and her sensuality. But is it her or is it the house?
In the blink of an eye Sandrine becomes a completely different person. A whole new personality, which doesn’t go unnoticed by her grandmother. Suddenly she is daring, brave, confident and ready to discover and embrace her newly found emotions.
The literary strength of this author is definitely more evident in the amorous scenes in the books. She has a talent for the pulse quickening sensual moments, I can’t fault her for those at all. However the same can’t always be said for the rest of the story.
Where the sensual scenes are full of emotion, prose and enticing imagery, the surrounding story is a little less stellar. It is as if two stories are mixed into one, but one of them is a slightly amateurish fantasy with continuity errors and superfluous information, and the other is more of a romantic and erotic nature.
I received a copy of this book via NetGalley.