Ireland 1947. Seven weeks of relentless snow. Guard Eamon Foley is searching for a missing child.
At Toby Appleyard’s farm, he discovers the kitchen littered with dead cats. And the skeletal remains of a woman. Upstairs, Toby is dead in his bed.
Ireland 1947. Seven weeks of relentless snow. Guard Eamon Foley is searching for a missing child.
At Toby Appleyard’s farm, he discovers the kitchen littered with dead cats. And the skeletal remains of a woman. Upstairs, Toby is dead in his bed.
I am a Canadian, so don't expect any boasts about how good my writing is! I'm a lot better at deprecating it than promoting it. Look past the Canadian-ness and enjoy my work.
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After many years of re-reading Georgette Heyer, I decided to become Georgette Heyer - writing regency romances with authentic language. My novels are not anachronistic enough or badly written enough to qualify as romances, so I have to designate them as historical fiction.
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