I was thoroughly enjoying this book until about halfway through, when something seemed to go seriously wrong. I think it was when the heroine started having an affair with the gardener that I realised the author wasn't too bothered about convincing characterisation. A shame, because earlier on I'd been really getting into the story of the garden's founder. Unfortunately, this was then stretched out into the entire history of the house - packed with deviants and nutters but not really very exciting - and the present-day mystery took a back seat. As for the dreadfully uninspiring ending, I got the distinct impression that the author was in a hurry to finish the book and was writing down the first words that came into his head. The sex scenes weren't too bad though - better than Robert Goddard, anyway.