Dahlia House is haunted. No big revelation for those who know me and my family, but on this cold November morning as I sit and watch the sun gild the harvested cotton fields with a false show of silver I am acutely aware of the specters of the...
Vacances peinardes sur la Côte…
Boîte de nuit dans la pinède…
Une frangine de vingt berges dans mes bras…
Et voila que ça démarre…
Un ancien pote à moi vient se faire rectifier à mon nez et à ma...
In her latest spellbinding escapade, Jane Austen arrives in London to watch over the printing of her first novel, and finds herself embroiled in a crime that could end more than her career. For it is up to Jane to tease a murderer out of the ton,...