For twenty years, Henry Evans has been haunted by a blurred but shining memory of his lost love, Francesca Chisholm. Now this shy American has come looking for her, in her hometown on the English coast. What he discovers is not what he expects-Francesca is in prison for murdering her five-year-ol...
Rachel Doe needs to sort out her life. She's had such a sheltered, cautious existence; an accountant, only daughter of very timid parents, the only really daring thing she has done in her life was to dob in her lover - a liar and thief. All she got for her efforts was suspicion and a greater sens...
3.5 stars-received arc for honest review- "You are not important enough for anyone to watch you."Sarah Fortune is a highly respected, beautiful talented lawyer. But she is bored missing something in her life. After the death of her cheating husband Sarah becomes a 'mistress' spending her evening...
A nimble meld of ghost story, moral fable and psychological drama... A complex, unsettling novel.
A Clear ConsciencebyFrances FyfieldMy "in a nutshell" summary...Attorneys and police become enmeshed in a spousal abuse drama that is also connected to a murder. There are lots of entwined entangled relationships. Everyone involved has a connection to someone else involved.My thoughts after rea...
I've had Without Consent by Frances Fyfield on my book shelf for years. It was recommended to me but I can't remember where. It could have been in the Mystery Reader's Journal or possibly Foreward Magazine. All I can remember is I thought, "oh, this sounds good", and I promptly ordered two books ...
John Smith's twin has disappeared. Cannon, a gifted artist, goes into hiding to avoid John's destructive behavior. Attorney Sarah Fortune shields Cannon, and more importantly, his wife, the real target. But is Cannon really telling the truth about John?
A Question Of GuiltbyFrances FyfieldEssentially...This is another Helen West book...in this one she is involved in a really bizarre murder trial.My thoughts after reading this book...I am in bookish love with this author. In my mind she is every bit as good...if not better than...Elizabeth Georg...
Richard Beaumont hoped to see the elusive chough on the Dover cliffs. Instead he sees a young woman falling to her death. No-one recognises her, no-one has reported her missing, and Richard returns, shaken, to his new young wife, but instead of finding solace in Lilian's company, he locks himself...
The two protaganists, Helen West and Geoffrey Bailey are the best features of this mystery set in London's East End. West is a prosecuting solictor for the Crown who is in a relationship with Geoffrey Bailey, a Detective Chief Superintendent. She smells a rat in reviewing a case file and DCS Bail...
Different people react to disasters in different ways. But why would Amy Petty want the world to presume her dead? Fate is not alone in deciding who lives and who dies after the crash of a train travelling from Kent to London. One passenger uses the opportunity to commit a murder. Another — the b...
She could do it in a kind of dance, as if she measured indecision with every set of steps. The music acted as a design for movement. Slow, over the difficult stairs; fast down the smoother corridors, like a waltz, or a polka needing a partner at every turn. Without George she was rootless. She we...
That was why it fell to Amanda Scott at the behest of Redwood, whom she would never have compared with a guinea pig, to deliver a copy of the evidence in the case of R. v. Sumner into the offices of Messrs Amor and Harmoner, Branston High Street. The title of the firm suggested love to all men wi...
You have to go on talking to me. Say it again.’ Saul sprawled in Thomas’s winter chair. It was upholstered in brilliant, faded blue, with scuffed arms and like most objects in this house, seemed to have an independent life of its own. ‘I’ve been halfway party to this plan,’ she said. ‘But not all...
Dark nights drawing in, they’d say, and he could never see why it was worth mentioning, because there was always something to do, dark or light, and food appeared at the same times. Now, he could see how the quality of light mattered so much and how it changed between noon and three, and how by f...
HENRY woke with these words being muttered to him from a far distance of memory. A very compact poem, but one which moved him unbearably. He tried to see if it would work the other way round; she first deceased, etc., but it did not. The sounds which confused him, along with the words he could ha...
The two days went by in a fight with the elements. There was a train strike. Logo lay in bed halfway through the week, thinking idly about which of his half-clean clothes he should wear today. The texture of the sheets on which he lay reminded him of his own neglect since his feet lay in gritty s...