Following SYMBOLS AT YOUR DOOR, a romance suspense story about a painter, his second wife and the daughter from his first marriage, who find themselves increasingly under the influence of the haunting picture which had begun his career.
British Detective David Webb's latest assignment ends him tracking a country house burglar who also dabbles in murder. Bad weather forces Helen Campbell to cut her road trip short and spend the night in the Seven Stars Guest House, where she innocently picks up the local rag to read her horoscope...
The new Rona Parish mysteryWriting an article on old family businesses, Rona Parish contacts Curzon, local manufacturers of fine bone china, when she learns theyre launching a spectacular new line. Little does she realize that she will directly precipitate a terrible tragedy, a tragedy whose root...
Seeking time alone, Clare Laurie has come to the isolated Welsh hotel of Carreg Coed after breaking her engagement under a cloud of suspicion and scandal. But the atmosphere seems strangely oppressive, with all the residents absorbed in each other's lives. Then, Clare is drawn into a ruthless int...
There were plenty of men, both tutors and post-graduates, who'd been attracted to Arlette Picard. But when the young French girl disappears from Broadshire University, it sparks one of Chief Inspector Webb's most complex investigations. She was a vivacious young woman, carefree and loved by m...
She slept late the morning after her meeting with Lewis, having fallen into a deep sleep just as dawn was paling the sky, and she did not even hear Edward leave the house for work. She awoke finally at nine o’clock to the sun streaming onto the bed and the telephone on the table beside her jangli...
Excited by the prospect, she would have preferred their date to be for that evening or the following one, but Payne had previous engagements which he’d obviously no intention of cancelling. So it was fixed for Friday, his last night: which meant any lovemaking that took place would have no chance...
She was still brooding about it when she went out at lunchtime, and only realized Martin was behind her when he caught her arm. ‘Hey, wait for me! You are in a brown study this morning!’ She forced a smile. ‘Sorry, did you want me?’ ‘Just wondered what you were doing for l...
Why couldn’t he get her out of his head? Why was he so strongly attracted to her, when, as part-owner of a successful business and brimming with self-confidence, she embodied everything that, over the last few decades, he’d come to loathe in women? Where were the sweet, docile girls of his youth,...
'Sonia! I don't believe you've heard a word I've been saying!' Sonia started guiltily. 'Sorry, I –' Gillian looked at her more closely, then put the teapot on the table and sat down. 'Is something wrong?' she asked gently. 'You seem a bit – distracted.' 'It's probably nothing. I'll feel better af...
Unusually, they’d not spoken for over a week, when Lindsey had been so unforthcoming about her French trip. ‘Can you meet me for lunch, Ro? I need to see you.’ Rona felt a wave of irritation. Another of Lindsey’s crises, no doubt. ‘Actually, Linz, it’s not very convenient. I’m working at last, an...
Admittedly, Shillingham CID had not been favoured with the extended holiday enjoyed by the rest of the country, but the feeling of anti-climax was nevertheless strong. Nor was it only post-holiday lethargy that made him jaded. Alan Crombie had departed on a three-month cou...
My room was at the front of the house, and immediately below lay the gravel drive leading to the gateway through which I’d driven with Mike. On either side of the drive, lawns as smooth as billiard tables stretched away to distant laurel hedges. I’d hoped to catch a glimps...
Avril had been bracing herself for their next meeting, endlessly debating how to tackle the subject on both their minds. Now, she’d have to wait several hours more, and when Sarah did come in, she’d go straight up to her room. But they couldn’t go on circling each other like a couple of wary dogs...
Not that it mattered, one way or the other; as she’d told her mother, she’d no intention of following up the photograph. The decision was, however, taken out of her hands in an unexpected way. On the Wednesday morning, having made a note of the galleries she still had to visit, she turned to an a...
Its warmth enfolded her, welcome after the cool afternoon air. ‘I’m home!’ she called. There were simultaneous responses from her eight-year-old daughter upstairs: ‘Down in a minute, Mummy!’ — and from her mother in the kitchen: ‘The kettle’s on.’ Nina smiled, propping her...
Ted repeated incredulously over the phone. “When?” “At the end of the month, when the cottage is vacant.” “What does Tania think about that?” “Tania isn’t coming.” “Ah-ha!” “No ...
He went to the head of the stairs. ‘OK, Adele, everyone’s here; you can lock it.’ ‘Sorry I’m late,’ she said breathlessly, as she came up towards him. ‘Daisy was ill in the night, but she was better by lunchtime, so I dropped her at school on the way.’ She was pale, Max noted, and there were viol...
The memory of Miles here with them last year – a point that had carefully not been mentioned – was an added strain. Her grandsons, she’d noted with a tug of the heart, were wearing their South African T-shirts, Tom’s sporting a rhino and Tim’s a cheetah. At least they both appeared to fit. ‘It we...
I was kept fairly busy at the George, but every free moment my brain was worrying at the problem of how to effect Etienne’s release and I seemed to be getting no nearer a solution. It was the gun I came up against each time, but I was not completely convinced of its veracity. To someone with Etie...
It had been his anguish and not Ray’s that had subconsciously flashed me that urgent S.O.S. and now his help was beyond my reach. His death may, of course, have fused the currents running between Ray and myself, but it seemed more likely that it would simply remove the obstruction he’d imposed, l...
‘So?’ ‘I was just wondering if they might have seen something they shouldn’t have.’ ‘“While cleanin’ winders?”’ Crombie asked with a grin. ‘Could be. We’ll have to see all their customers. Come to that, they could have found something incriminating at the house they burgle...
She’d told Max briefly of Edna’s death when he’d phoned the previous evening, and had just finished a more detailed account, though the omission of any reference to the missing cassette or the two notes screamed in her head. ‘She sounds a dotty old bird, to go wandering the streets at night.’ Ron...
The first two had been well received, and, whether fortuitously or not, a rise in circulation had coincided with publication of the second. Complimentary letters had also been received, and Barnie congratulated her on her suggestion of printing them as a pull-out, complete with binder in which to...
As she ate, her thoughts continued to revolve round Reginald Harvey, and in particular his comment about Meriel and Justin, which had changed her whole perception of them. If it was true they were lovers, when had the affair started? They must have known each other all their lives; was it before ...