Bøger udgivet af Christina Hamlett

Wolves, swans and French angelfish are among a litany of species which mate forever. If a partner dies, the survivor literally becomes a lost soul and gives up all interest in continuing alone.Humans, too, often embrace the mindset of there being only one true love allotted to each of us per lifetime. In Eve's Diary by Mark Twain, an inconsolable Adam weeps at her grave with the words, "Wheresoever she was, there was Eden." Even if Eve had been the first one to face the future newly single, there'd have been no Central Casting to which she might easily apply for a replacement.In a perfect world, we would blissfully exit our shared existence hand-in-hand. In an imperfect one such as that in which I suddenly found myself after 25 years of marriage, we can either fold to despair like a cheap suit or stride boldly into grand adventures and do our dearly departed lovers proud.My vote is for striding boldly. Who's with me?

The mystical landscape of Tintagel on the Cornwall coast has long been rumored to be the birthplace of King Arthur. But have more than ghosts been summoned to settle a scandalous score when a film company sets up shop with its own spin on Medieval legend? Between cheering a friend's debut as Merlin, dealing with a diva and missing her knight in shining armor, Rocky may need more than magic talismans to get her through a holiday which seems to have "cursed" written all over it.

What could be more romantic than exchanging marriage vows in Scotland on a snowy morning just before Christmas? For Rochelle Reid, the obvious answer would be celebrating her own wedding day with Jon. Instead, the two of them find themselves invited to Paisley to watch his childhood crush marrying into a moneyed family. Yet all is not quite as perfect as it seems at Granndach Manor. Before the first course is half-finished at the elegant dinner the night before, a member of the bridal party is not only dead but Jon is also the first one to discover the body. Whatever wistful hope Rocky may have had to catch the bouquet is, alas, supplanted by the quest to catch a killer instead.

The picturesque harbor village of Lynmouth on the Devon coast was supposed to be a respite after being made redundant from her job at a prestigious import/export firm in London. But when her landlady is poisoned by chocolate a scant three days after she moves in, Rochelle Reid and her new neighbors discover they have become overnight murder suspects. Red herrings abound, romance teases, a heroine learns her past is about to collide with the present, and a daylight break-in at the house hints that-even with a victim neatly out of the way-the murderer is not yet in the clear if a damning piece of evidence hidden within its walls isn't recovered.