I feel horrible for knowing that I'll buy this book. The cover.. The freaking cover. I mean, come on. The blurb?? Nope. I'm reading it WHILE I'm commenting it, so please bear with me:As an intelligent and sassy New Yorker, Skylar Thornton doesn’t believe in the supernatural until she moves into Summerwind Mansion and begins having nightmares about a young woman murdered in the house. She suspects there’s something strange about this place and it’s not just the bad dreams.Will think she's crazy, close to mental breakdown, probably needs man who'll make her feel sane again and who knows the supernatural world, because intelligend and sassy isn't enough, she needs a penis, too.Determined to unlock secrets that have remained hidden for centuries, Skylar is plunged into an otherworldly mystery that not even she can explain away. Not to mention, her uncontrollable attraction to the former owner, Dorian Knight. After meeting Dorian, all of her beliefs are tested. He seems so familiar, and as close to Mr. Darcy as she’ll ever get—but Jane Austen never wrote a hero like him—someone who both excites and frightens her. Dorian Knight. Really? Old money, ivy league college parents, or Wrestler. I'm not sure yet. And is there only one person who writes these blurbs? Do we always need to be frightened by our love interests? Really? REALLY?As the history of the Knight family begins to unravel, tensions heighten and old resentments turn deadly. Even though Dorian warns her about a terrible curse—she doesn’t know who or what to believe. Is she too stupid to live or is he too frightening to be trustworthy?Now Skylar starts to wonder which she would rather hold onto—her sanity…or her life.Oh. Bam! I said it before and I was right. She thinks she's insane. *sigh*