This wasn’t a terrible book, but I didn’t like it as much as I expected to after having just read The Shadowy Horses. This one was a more predictable time travel romance which is really not my thing.

Eva’s sister dies and so she travels back to her childhood friends’ home in Cornwall. It’s an old, old house centered around some really fancy rose gardens, naturally. Once there, she spreads her sister’s ashes and then finds herself accidentally traveling back several hundred years earlier to the same home where she is staying. She discovers she loves Daniel Butler, the smuggler who lives in the house those several hundred years prior, and who may or may not have a role in a historical, treasonous plot. Eva decides she wants to stay with him, but has no control over her comings and goings. Other than a briefly surprising (but not really) element surrounding Eva’s Aunt Claire, this book was sort of expected fare for this genre. I didn’t hate it, but I’m not thinking it will linger in my memory long either.