But when Charity arrived at their hotel in the picturesque French town of Avignon, she had no way of knowing that she was to become the principal player in the last act of a strange and brutal tragedy. Most of it had already been played. There had been love--and lust--and revenge and fear and murder.Very soon her dreams turn into a nightmare, when by befriending a terrified boy and catching the attention of his enigmatic, possibly murderous father, Charity has inadvertently placed herself center stage. She becomes enmeshed in the schemes of a gang of murderers. And now the killer, with blood enough on his hands, is waiting in the wings.

    The Black Mountain/ If Death Ever Slept/ Before Midnight

    "Yonder Key is like living in a shell, with the sound of the sea all around."But when Olive reached the luxurious, gloomy Croome mansion, where the family had isolated themselves for thirty years, she was struck by a sense of danger and evil in the household. Where did it come from? From Zoé, who seemd gentle, but who hid knives and ropes in her room when not watched? From Zoé's embittered sister Joanna, who didn't want Olive to try to cure Zoé? From the strangely silent servant Ezra?Alone in the world, Olive has no place else to go. She must stay at Yonder - to help Zoé, and save herself from the unseen danger of YONDER.

    I watched her as she toyed with the man, laughing, her tumbled hair like raw blue-black silk, her brown shoulders bare. Eyes deep-set, a girl with a gypsy look. So this was the girl I had risked my life to find. This was the girl who was going to lead me to a buried fortune in stolen loot.

    She and her standoffish cousin Don, would be drawn in a search for answers to baffling puzzles. New friends and thrilling adventures wait for Cathy where she learned to love the mountains and legendary magic of her Grandmother's beautiful isle. The greatest surprise of all came when she least expected it....

    A forest fire immensely complicates matters.

    Lauder was as loathsome as her lilies were lovely. Every year the vicar had hoped for a change of heart in this sinister woman whose murder brought fear and suspicion to the village and, to the Church, the lilies she had denied them every Easter while she lived. But somewhere in those waxen blooms there was a message and a danger signal.