The plot of this book had great potential. Georgiana, the heroine, runs her family's horse stables. She had no brothers, so her father left it all to her, and she's as knowledgable as any man about breeding and training horses. She's also 26 - practically ancient by Regency standards - so is m...
He was invited to sit down and share it with them. He did so, but he had eyes only for Amy. She was wearing the blue gown he liked so much and Susan had done her hair, but she was looking strained, which was no wonder, poor thing. What she had been through was enough to crush the strongest consti...
‘For God’s sake, keep going,’ he said breathlessly, seizing her by the arm and dragging her along, as another shot sounded loud in her ears. ‘He has to reload.’ ‘Fire, damn you!’ She heard Mark’s voice screaming at his companions. ‘Don’t let them get away.’ Bullets kicked up the sand behind them ...
The stack Karl had built in the corner of the field was dismantled and the sheaves taken to the machine which separated the grain from the stalks, flinging out the straw and sending a stream of grain down a chute into a sack. The machine was hot, noisy and smelly and the chaff floating about made...
From her drawing room window, Justine and Max watched them marching down the slushy street towards the Metro. ‘He’s got nerve, I’ll give him that,’ Max said.‘You’re still not sure of him are you?’‘I can’t make up my mind. He’s either a very brave man or a stupid one, unless of course, he knows he...
‘You were right, she does live in Bletchley. Her name is Mrs Constance Tranter and she is a widow. She has agreed to take you in.’‘What about Charlie?’ They were talking in the Bennett’s front room. June was busy pouring out tea for them.‘We have no information about him, I’m afraid, but if we he...
They seemed unable to stay away. They had no sooner eliminated one lead in their search for Rosie and returned to Scotland than they felt compelled to return and try another. The Salvation Army and the Red Cross were helping them but so far there had been no luck. They had advertised in every new...
Undeterred, Lydia continued scouring every orphanage within miles, every charitable home for lost and parentless children and all in vain. Yuri had vanished. Her misery, frustration and anger filled her to such an extent she could think of nothing else. She cried a lot, snapped at Alex when he tr...
Further on there were market gardens and fishermen’s cottages, and the tide was no longer helping them. ‘How far?’ asked Harry, breaking the silence. ‘Ask no questions and yer’ll soon find out,’ O’Keefe told him. Harry lapsed into silence, wondering if they meant to kill him and take the bag of c...
Peering over the banister at the top of his head, she heard him ask Travers if Sir Edward would see him. The servant disappeared while Gorange checked his cravat in the mirror, a satisfied smile on his face. Travers came back and conducted him into the library and shut the door. Sophie went back ...
The prospect of a little self-indulgence, dressing up in something other than mourning black and dancing with a handsome man, did battle with her image of herself as a matronly widow for whom such things should be mere memories. She began to wonder if she had been wrong to agree to go to the ball...
‘How can I pin this hem if you will keep dodging from one foot to the other? And stop admiring yourself in the mirror. We all know what a beautiful bride you will make.’ It had taken weeks of indecision about colour and style before the heavy cerise silk had been bought and then they could not de...
No one knew when they were arriving, so Jay arranged onward transport for them. Public coaches plied frequently between Lynn and Ely, but it was not a practical way when there were six of them and a fair amount of luggage. They could go post-chaise, but it would need two coaches to take them all....
‘I prefer the Reverend Capstick to your father’s replacement,’ she had told Louise on a previous visit. ‘Besides, people I used to call my friends frown on me for marrying a Yank.’‘Why?’‘I dunno. Perhaps they think I should wear black for the rest of my life. They don’t like to see me enjoying my...