Bøger af Dolores Gordon-Smith

Farholt; the celebrated country house. The scene of intrigue, robbery and murder ... Sandy felt the dying man's hand move in hers as his eyes fluttered open. "Farholt," he said in a whisper. "Farholt." Sandy felt his hand tighten. "Go on," she encouraged. "I'm from Farholt." When Sandy Herriad goes to the aid of a dying man, she is plunged into a search for the lost emerald, the Serpent's Eye, a search which will change her life forever. Philip Brown is young, handsome and dangerously attractive. But is he all he seems? In her search for the missing emerald, Sandy must uncover the truth about Philip, the truth about the theft and the truth about murder. The truth is often deadly...

When a mutilated corpse is discovered in the sleepy English village of Croxton Ferriers, Jack Haldean finds an odd clue at the scene of the crime: a black marble chess knight with crystal eyes. Is murder just a game? It could be - to a killer who calls himself The Chessman.

It's 1922 and Jack Haldean, crime writer and ex-wartime pilot, is enjoying the local fete on a beautiful summer's day in Sussex. It's idyllic - the sort of idyll he dreamed of during the war. However, that idyll comes to an abrupt end when Jack's former fellow officer, Jeremy Boscombe, is found murdered in the fortune-teller's tent. Jack soon realizes that the roots of the crime go back to the battle of the Somme. But how? And what are the dark secrets in the tunnels under the battlefield?

Jack Haldean's weekend entertainment at the country estate of Birchen Bower is cut short by the discovery of a body, mauled to death as if by a wild animal. Birchen Bower has a long and colourful history, and is rumoured to be haunted. Refusing to believe the wild tales of man-eating beasts prowling the grounds, Jack sets out to uncover the truth.

Mark Helston, the rising star of Hunt Coffee Limited, was successful and popular, with plenty of money and everything to live for. Yet at half past seven on the evening of the ninth of January, 1925, he walked out of his Albemarle Street flat and disappeared.