The intrigue of the Court of Louis XV is powerfully at work in this romance centered about the saturnine figure of Charles Macdonald, son of James, and Eatherine, exiled from their native Scotland to France after the Stuart rising in the Highlands in 1745. To bring money and leadership to their l...
A war novel in which an allied agent in occupied France finds himself faced by the appalling consequences of his mission to secure the success of the D-Day landings.
Who was the mole called Albatross? Was he Brigadier James White, the revered head of British Intelligence? Was he Humphrey Grant, his second-in-command? Was he Jon Kidson, the perfect technocrat and brother-in-law to the woman assigned to unearth Russia's most deadly mole? Was he Tony Walden, the...
M16 agent Davina Graham plunges into a hotbed of international intrigue when she penetrates the inner sanctum of one of the US president’s top aides, and tracks an elusive criminal from the White House to Moscow to Mexico City Still reeling from the murder of her husband, Ivan Sasanov, at the ha...
He was her mission: Ivan Sasanov, top KGB agent and a potentially important defector. She was his debriefer: Davina Graham, a dedicated British operative who made her work her life. But he was lonely and bored, and he missed his family. So she took him home... When she fell in love with Sasanov,...
The first assassin, in Venice, destroys Davina Graham's holiday. The incident in Paris shatters her composure. Back in London the tension mounts as Davina--the first woman to head the British Secret Service--recognizes a pattern in the seemingly random attacks. A novel of terror and counter-terro...
The Silver Falcon is the superstar colt that Isabel wouldst enter in the English Derby to honor the deathbed wish of her old-aging husband, Kentuckian Charles. Now, Falcon's an ornery critter, but Isabel's unseen enemy, slinking about Kentucky and England while plotting her demise, is several han...
His escape route was cut off; the bridgehead across the Beresina at Borrisov had been attacked and totally destroyed. Ahead of the French the icy river stretched, barring the way into Poland, the Russian Tchitchagov was advancing from Borrisov, the Austrians had let the enemy Wittgenstein through...
Steven said. “She’s beautiful!” “That’s great,” Piero said, “Just great! The mother’s okay?” He covered the telephone mouthpiece and shouted to Lucia: “Steven’s had a girl.… Yeah, yeah, I’m here. So what’s she weigh?” He was an expert on babies. Lucia was expecting their fourth child. “Just six p...
“I know, Sire; the Queen sent word altering it late this evening.” ‘The Queen takes too much upon herself,” Henry said shortly. “The program for the masque was well enough as it was.” Norreys hesitated. God help her, whatever she did these days was ...
It was there, without guards and attended only by a few servants and her waiting-woman, that Catherine Alexeievna spent her days of uneasy retirement, and at that very hour within its flimsy walls the Empress Consort of Russia lay asleep. Her lady-in-waiting, Madame Chargorodsky, knelt at her dev...
Vienna was full; full of Kings, Princes, Royalties and nobles from every country in Europe; the crowded diplomatic staffs of the Allied Powers, attachés, equerries, secretaries, and spies and adventurers of both sexes. All fashionable European society poured into Vienna to watch the great world p...
Black was a small man. Paula was behind her desk when he was shown in, and she was surprised to find that he was a head shorter than she was. She had expected someone tall. But Black was thin and small-boned; he took off a dark felt hat and his hair was completely white, brushed back from a wide ...
Felix looked at her and grinned. ‘Good idea. Who’s paying? I bought a new suit and some shirts this afternoon – I’m skint.’ ‘I’m paying,’ Julia said. ‘And you’d better put on the new suit. We’re going to Mario’s.’ ‘We are?’ he stared at her. ‘Sweetheart, you are paying – it’s ten quid for an oran...
and Mrs. Hudson with an address in Newark. They had been travelling at a fugitive speed for the first two days; the Thursday they left Boston, Amstat drove all night while Terese dozed beside him, and she drove most of the following day; they covered nearly a thousand miles in twenty-four hours, ...
The Catholics in the North were seething with discontent; the Reformation had taken root in the centre and south of England, but the ancient religion flourished in the more inaccessible part of Elizabeth’s kingdom, where it was supported by the two nobles most powerful in land and seniority next ...
The magnificent façade was floodlit. The building was pearl-white in the arc lamplight, roofed in grey, with the grandeur of the classic French château. On the sweep of gravel in front the most expensive cars in the world waited for their owners to go inside, and the attendants to drive them to t...
The same scenes were repeated every day, beginning at the Salon de l’œil de Bœuf, which was the ante-chamber to the Royal bedchamber; to be received by Louis while still in his shirt was a mark of outstanding favour. Ladies and gentlemen elbowed and trod on one another from the moment the King ro...
‘Are you going somewhere? How’s Mrs Bennet?’ They were standing side by side, nice Mr Pollock and Mr Oakham, with overnight zip-up bags, saying goodbye to her. The doctor hadn’t even come down. ‘I’m afraid,’ Harry smiled at her in his friendly way, ‘that something has come up and we’ve been calle...
‘Not at all. I would always make time to help a friend of Rolf’s.’ Christina said quickly, ‘Not a friend, a client. He’s acting for me in a dispute over my husband’s will.’ There was a slight frown on the older man’s face when she said that, but the professional smile remained. ‘When I heard that...
He brought an assistant and it was the assistant who did all the talking. The consul introduced him. ‘This is Vladimir Turin from the trade department,’ he said. Irina shook hands with him briefly. ‘Please sit down,’ she said. She didn’t offer them a drink. It wasn’t a social visit. She had disch...
Sorry I had to ask you to come up this morning but I have to go to New York this afternoon.’ Fergus Stephenson opened the big crested box and pushed is across his desk. Richard Paterson took a cigarette and lit it. That’s quite all right, sir. Lovely morning, isn’t it?’ ‘Yes,’ Fergus said. ‘Beaut...
She saw it even before the reception clerk signalled to her. There was a white triangle in the slot below her room number, and it was the only one. She walked over to the desk and the clerk reached up and gave it to her. He smiled, thinking she would be pleased. ‘It came by hand after you’d gone ...
She had come into the study, and Max got up slowly, holding the file in both hands. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I’ve been trying to think what this means.’ ‘It means that Adolf Hitler left an heir,’ she said quietly. ‘Have you read everything?’ He nodded. ‘I want to go through it again. I want to make notes...
Wentworth was determined not to be overawed by Charles; there was little in their tastes or their physical appearance to suggest that they would ever find anything in common. Wentworth was tall and raw-boned, with a strong-featured face and a choleric complexion. He was known to be rude and outsp...
‘I’d finished school and I was going up to Oxford to read modern languages. I hadn’t spent Christmas at Ashton that year. A group of us went to Gstaad to ski. It was great fun and I was rather good at it.’ ‘I bet you were,’ David said. He’d woken and found that she’d got up early and gone out wal...
He had come in answer to an urgent message and found Marie Feodorovna sitting straight-backed in one of her gilt chairs, embroidering, apparently quite placid. A closer inspection showed him that she was haggard and pale, and that her hands, usually so skilful, wielded the embroidery needle with ...
He had done the usual things rich men’s sons did—gone through Yale and into his family’s broking business; slept with pretty girls and taken a few amusing trips; involved himself in a divorce case and come out without marrying the woman. He had been conventional in all the conventional ways of we...
‘I warned you, Hastings.’ They were standing in the hall of the château. Lasalle stood squared up to him, glaring. James said, ‘I know, and I’m not here to upset anyone. I just want to see my wife. If she says no, I’ll go. Will you tell her I’m here?’ They were of a height and a weight, but not a...
‘The plane could be late,’ she remarked. ‘Don’t get too worked up, darling.’ ‘No, it landed dead on time,’ Claire answered. ‘I rang the airport. Mummy, don’t you realize I haven’t seen Frank for two whole years?’ She was bobbing up and down, looking through the window, head on one side listening ...
He hesitated outside the little boutiques, which were all that Nice offered. The toilet articles were easy. He had been pressured into buying a bottle of cologne by the assistant in the chemist’s shop; he had a hairbrush, comb, a plastic bag with a toothbrush and paste and a sponge. He disliked s...
The same scenes were repeated every day, beginning at the Salon de l’Oeil de Boeuf, which was the antechamber to the royal bedchamber; to be received by Louis while still in his shirt was a mark of outstanding favour. Ladies and gentlemen elbowed and trod on one another from the moment the King r...