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

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

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

TARA clicked off her mobile after phoning the police about the stolen trailer. “Well, they’ve given me a crime number,” she told her mother, who was busy patching holes in horse blankets. “But it’ll p

I LIFT my head to the weak sun and give thanks for having survived another winter. It’s good to see the lane is passable, even if there are ruts and puddles. However, I can still see the bones of icy,