What would you do if you found a diamond ring with no one in plain sight to claim it? Would you turn it in to the local authorities or keep it as your own? Clare Ivers does
none of those things - in fact, she knows whose ring it is, and she intends to return it to its rightful owner and make amends for what she did to deserve the diamond ring in the first place.
Psychic Clare Ivers foretold a woman's marriage
and advised her not through with it. Rachel Morgan, the bride with cold feet, believed her, running out of Clare's tent
and leaving behind the ring for Clare to give back to the groom, Jack Heron, owner of Heron Vineyards.
Clare is due for a vacation anyway. Instead of mailing the ring, she decides to drive to the Vineyards, nestled inside the enchanting Shawnee National Forest, and hand-deliver it to the ever-so-handsome Jack Heron.
But along the way, she gets into a horrible car accident that she manages to
climb out of unscathed and hikes up the road. That's where she meets Mike Wrench, but she doesn't pay any attention to him - well, except for the kiss- because she is convinced that she is the woman for Jack, even though they have never met, not Rachel
- whom the cards actually predicted is. Yes, she lied to the bride and told her the marriage was going to be a disaster; she had good reason to.
Add to the fact that Jack's grandmother Elizabeth is a little psychic in her own right
- or a little mad, whichever you prefer. Elizabeth convinces the already convincible Clare that she is going to marry her son.
That's just dandy for everyone involved, including Mike, who is falling in love with her.
Enter into the story a haunted house, a butler who is more than he seems, and a mysterious accident, and you have the makings of a superb understanding
as to why you should not always put your trust in mystical readings of the cards.
is a fun, engaging read for a lazy Sunday afternoon. While it isn't quite captivating, it
is entertaining, with solid, believable characters and plot.