'The Nile, the white fountains of the Nile...' Her father's last words haunt Harriet Latimer long after she has been rescued from the Nubian desert. Her rescuer, the insolent and devastatingly handsome Raoul Beauvais, is a French explorer and geographer with the same objective - to find the sourc...
In 1880 the meeting place of international royalty and the twilight world of the demi-monde is the dazzling casino at Monte Carlo. To the young and beautiful Charlotte Grainger, humble companion to Princess Natalya, one figure stands out above Sarah Bernhardt, the Prince of Wales and the crowned ...
In the summer swelter of New Orleans, society girls talk of eligible young men, and of whom they will marry. For Augusta Lafayette, only the scandalous Beauregard Clay will do. He is years older than she – and dangerous by all accounts. But Gussie wants to make him hers – forever. How was she t...
Lilli is destined for the Alaskan Klondike as a mail-order bride. Her aim is to marry a gold-rich husband so that she can look after her younger brother and sister. However, she meets and wants to marry "Lucky" Jack the gambler - but she hasn't reckoned on the man waiting for her arrival.
Four women who share a special history. Four friends reunited. In September 1962 four very different girls from different worlds meet on their first day at school. Artemis Lowther is the daughter of a self-made man; Geraldine is from an upper-class family; Kiki's father is a doctor and Primmie Su...
Magnolia Square in South London was a friendly and vibrant place to live, not at least for Kate Voigt and her father. Carl Voigt had been a WWI prisoner of war who had married a cockney girl and never gone back. Now widowed, he and Kate were part of the London life of the square with all its rumb...
What is holding together this peculiar band of pioneers? Polly Kirkham is an orphan who was brought up by the Mormons. Now, in the bitter winter of 1846, she is part of their small band of pioneers struggling westward to the Rocky Mountains. It is here that they meet Major Dart Richards of the US...
The driver slammed his door behind him and walked across to me, a wide smile on his face. “Miss Matthews?” I nodded, rising to my feet. He was a big man with a head of untidy hair and friendly eyes, wearing a white tee-shirt that had seen better day...
She lay for a few moments, gazing at the sun-bright ceiling. The Comte was calling for her at eleven. The little French maid who did tasks too menial for Maria, came in with a cup of morning chocolate. She sipped it, wondering yet again why the Princess had countenanced such an expedition. She ac...
Tentatively she fingered the dark curls, wondering if he powdered them when at court. He would have no need of a wig. The thick hair, shoulder-length, sprang pleasurably beneath her palm. Léon half awoke, feeling the warmth of her body beneath his cheek. For a fleeting min...
Yellow jasmine climbed the walls, honeysuckle tumbled down the steps of the entrance, white anemones with lamp-black centres surged from terracotta pots, deep drowned-purple pansies vied for space with drifts of golden fabaria. Beyond a tangle of aged roses the broad, glittering curve of the Yang...
His breath came in harsh rasps. God in heavens, what had he done? To what depths had he sunk? He eased his weight from her, looking down at her, knowing that she had fought him to the bitter end. ‘Lisette?’ He raised his hand to wipe away her tears and she jerked her head ...
The village seemed empty. As we motored slowly down the main street a man stood in the doorway of an inn, glass in hand. He was fat and bull-necked and eyed us with hostile curiosity. With mounting tension, we parked the car and approached the inn. ...
A motor car! How wonderful!’ Carrie clapped her hands in delight. They were standing in Richmond’s cobbled town square. It was the morning of Charlie and Hermione’s wedding, and in order to attend it they had arranged to travel to Outhwaite together. Normally this would ha...
‘I’m just puttin’ the kettle on.’ ‘You needn’t make a cup for me,’ Christina called back, negotiating a lawn-mower that for some inexplicable reason had been left in the hallway, and wondering for the umpteenth time why it was the British couldn’t survive so much as an hour without a cup of hot, ...
Her eyes flickered open and he looked down at her, as he said, ‘I shall probably have to carry you all the way back to Verechenko. There won’t be a droshky to be found today.’ Catherine suppressed a smile. The expression in his eyes was one she had longed to see: one of tenderness. Her arms tight...
The house was one that slept by day and came into its own at night. Way beyond the shacks on the outskirts of the city, it was a house unknown to decent people. A house visited only by the disreputable and dissolute. Once it had been the gracious home of a plantation owner. Cypress swamps flanked...
She swept across taking me by the arm. ‘I must apologise for Miles, darling. It was too, too bad of him to provoke me like that on your first evening here. He knows I don’t want this beastly film part and I shall be glad when he goes. He’s making me quite ill.’ ‘It sounds ...