Chateau of intrigue

ROSALIE’S heart was pounding. Tall and formidable in dark coat and breeches, Thomas Charrel stood in the chapel doorway, his eyes on her for what seemed an age. His expression was grim, his gaze as co

OH, Philippe.” Marianne gulped back a sob. Thomas had heaved his younger brother up over his shoulder. Philippe’s arms dangled, and his eyes were closed. Marianne noted it all with a heavy heart. “Hur

THOMAS CHARREL sat on horseback, motionless beneath the old oak tree. He had his pistol in his belt, his knife tucked into his boot, and was waiting, every sense alert. The oak stood where two ancient

ROSALIE’S thoughts were swirling. She didn’t want it to be true. She sat as if frozen in the open-top carriage. Her heart was thudding so loudly she was sure Marianne or Guillaume, sitting opposite, o

MARIANNE stood at the window looking on to the drive. She watched with dread as the messenger mounted his horse and rode off. So, it was done. Soon she’d be informed of the decision he’d brought her p

MADELEINE could not think when she last went to the theatre. Her father didn’t enjoy plays much, and Madeleine tended to go along with what he liked. They were close; the Gilbert family was just the t