Nancy Buckingham

Obeying her father’s deathbed wish, Sarah returns to live at the family mansion on Exmoor in Devon. She faces hostility, it being believed that her sister Felicity had eloped with the coachman’s son after stealing jewellery. Desperate to clear her sister’s name, Sarah finds that only her second-cousin Jerome is sympathetic. Jerome's wife is a permanent invalid, but Sarah cannot help loving him.

Kit Anderson is living in Emma Baverstock's old house. Only one other person knows that she is really the heir of the house and fortune, and it seems that that person is trying to kill her.

Helping a woman run a villa in Sicily as a guest house, Kerry finds things not straightforward and is caught up in a sinister plot that leads to a life and death chase through Sicilian mountains.

Stalked by a menacing stranger, she had to find the man she loved before the shadow of the past destroyed them both... Carol knew little about Clive Briers, the moody artist she had married in haste. Now, after six months, he disappeared and an anonymous call warned her not to look for him. Carol had to find her husband, but where should she start and what would she find?

Shadowed and only dimly visible in the thick London mist on the bank of the river Thames, stood the great house called Edenhythe. And from the moment Rachel entered it, she knew fear. Penniless and haunted by the recent tragedy of her husband's mysterious death, Rachel had nowhere else to turn save her unknown in-laws, the Harwoods. But cold, handsome Esmond Harwood seemed to take an almost sinister dislike to her, and except for his young brother, Luke, who vowed to help her, the others at Edenhythe appeared to share Esmond's feelings. Slowly, surely, like the fog that shrouded the house each evening, a dark veil of incredible terror was cast about her...

In the time-ravaged castle, only a frightened young woman stood between a devious killer and an innocent child... "I continued to climb until I reached the spot where I was to meet Craig, near the neat piles of felled trees. From my vantage point I had a superb view of the young Laird’s estate. Quite nearby I heard a noise. Not a natural sound of the great Highlands forest: this was like a soft footfall, a pebble crunched beneath a shoe. I glanced around, but everything was still once more. Suddenly the quiet was broken by a curious squealing, a protesting noise. In a horrifying split second I realized that the great pile of logs was falling.... Incredibly, I was spared....Yet now I was absolutely certain someone was determined to drive me away from Glengarron, and would even murder to achieve this end."

A strange assignment took Lynn to the pink chateau in the Pyrenees... and brought her to a sinister link with the past. To Lynne, the job seems a golden opportunity - nurse to an elderly invalid at a beautiful chateau high in the Pyrenees. But Mme Eugenie de Selincourt turns out to be a remarkably fit old lady, and Lynn discovers that she has nothing to do but join in the life of the idle rich. Why, then, is a trained nurse required? Everyone, or almost everyone, is charming to her, and the handsome Marcel becomes her very willing escort.

Riding on the Yorkshire moors, Emma meets a handsome stranger. Later, she is horrified to learn he is the man convicted of murdering her father 13 years ago, Matthew Sutcliffe, and back from transportation to Australia. Now wealthy, having found gold, he still protests his innocence. Emma finds herself believing him, but who then is the killer?