When an epidemic befalls the country town of Newton-on-Sea, Dr. Alexandra Gladstone finds what seems to be a cure. But there is no cure for murder...
December is always a busy month and there's nothing better than a light, entertaining historical read to pass the time. The abundance of mysteries of the cosy variety that has appeared recently have made that one of my favourite genres for when I want to be entertained but not think too much. Thi...
Raised by a country doctor, Alexandra Gladstone thought she couldn't be shocked-until she saw the dead body of a respected admiral dressed in women's undergarments. Even more shocking, though, is the truth behind his murder.
The stone floor was partially covered with a dark burgundy Oriental rug woven in an intricate design. As Alexandra stood admiring the elegance, she was aware of an effortless beauty peculiar to those who were born to wealth. She was aware also of the man, she assumed he was a butler, who had open...
He sat alone, trying to sort through what he had just learned. His client, John Killborn, who had escaped from prison, was here in Newton. Killborn’s stepfather, whom the boy hated, was dead, and the gossip was that Killborn could have killed him. Disturbing as all of that...
He became aware of a warm trickle of blood down his face and into his eyes and of a burning sensation high on his forehead and realized the bullet had only grazed his head. Yet, he was bleeding profusely. He heard the two men who had accosted him run away into the darkness. His confusion lingered...
It was fresh and earthy, the scent of spring, but it was accompanied by a slashing knife of wind that cut through her clothes and into her flesh. The wind and the ache in her leg made her forget for a moment the horrors of the night before. The pain was referring itself into her foot and ankle no...
Next she tried watching the TV news, but she couldn’t concentrate enough to absorb anything. All she could think of was Adelle. Where was she? What might be happening to her? She decided to try to eat something and was standing in the kitchen with the refrigerator door open and staring at the ins...
Artie, whose legs were deemed too short to keep up, was riding astride Lucy, at Alexandra’s insistence. He rode in contented silence, chewing his bread and jam. Alexandra had urged the group to wait until morning to go to the graveyard, but the boys insisted that the spirits came out only at nigh...