The best way I can explain this book is that it is a really poor attempt at creating a story that would do The Twilight Zone or M. Night Shamalan proud. It fails on most accounts as it becomes a novel that is bogged down in an ability not to ramble on and on.

Kristin, a young nanny from Boston who moved to New York three years earlier, finds herself truly in love with Michael. He is sweet, romantic, and everything she could ever want ... and more. The problems is that "more" is his yuppie wife Penleigh. She knows about Penleigh. In fact, Kristin is the family nanny.

Things start to become quite bizarre one day while she is near one of the big hotels. She sees four body bags being brought out, and she sees one of the bodies attempting to get out. This sets her on a course in which she sees a series of ghosts from her past. As she attempts to sort through the scary situation where she seems to have ESP, she finds the situation with Michael and Penleigh becoming even more extreme, placing all of them in danger.

The question is whether or not Kristin will listen to the warnings she keeps getting from the spirit world before it destroys her and everyone around her.

I actually see the potential in the story. It really takes the idea of infidelity to the extreme with a bit of a morality tale, which is the basis of all good horror and suspense stories. The problem is that tale lurches from plot device to plot device leaving the reader trying to figure out what the authors are really trying to do with the whole thing. As a result, the story ends up spinning out of control, particularly at the end. As it concludes, the story seems to be like it is grasping at straws to find a way to tie things up in a good way, failing miserably.