Tide of suspicion

MORWENNA stood motionless, the gusting wind buffeting her. The music she could hear came in snatches, brought to her on the waves of the wind. There was a pale moon. If she got to the headland, she mi

VERITY LEDGER was shopping in Deal. She had bought some embroidery silks for her mother and some scarlet ribbon she thought would look quite striking in her hair. She was sure Thomas Doyle would appre

MORWENNA MAGUIRE stood on the cliffs overlooking Black Rock Bay, her cloak pulled closely about her. It was perhaps two o’ clock in the morning, a time when all decent law-abiding folk should be tucke

FROM the advantage of the cliffs, Petroc Trembath quietened his horse, Bucca, and withdrew his spyglass. From his vantage point he could see Morwenna Wainright at the window. Hidden by the landscape,

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

I’D seen an advertisement in my father’s newspaper for women to work on the canal boats. It said applicants should be of a robust constitution. I’m quite robust, so why not? I’d give it a go. “Look, D