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Barbara Erskine's classic bestseller, the successor to Lady of Hay, at last available as a HarperCollins paperback.In a childless and unhappy marriage, Clare Royland is rich and beautiful – but lonely. And fueling her feelings of isolation is a strange, growing fascination with an ancestress from the distant past. Troubled by haunting inexplicable dreams that terrify – but also powerfully compel – her, Clare is forced to look back through the centuries for answers.In 1306, Scotland is at war. Isobel, Countess of Buchan, faces fear and the prospect of untimely death as the fighting surrounds her. But passionate and headstrong, her trials escalate when she is persecuted for her part in crowning Robert the Bruce, her lover.Duncairn, Isobel's home and Clare's beloved heritage, becomes a battleground for passions that span the centuries. As husband Paul's recklessness threatens their security, Clare must fight to save Duncairn, and to save herself from the powers of Isobel…

The gripping standalone thriller from the critically acclaimed, award-winning author of ‘California Girl’ and ‘The Fallen’.Funny how different lives can suddenly collide.A TV weatherwoman gets a stalker – and hires private detective Matt Stromsoe. Matt is a man in recovery. His best friend became a gang warlord and tried to kill him… but Matt's wife and son ended up dead instead. Now he's hoping his first case since he quit the police force will help him move on.But his old life has unfinished business. His former friend still calls the shots from behind the bars of the US's toughest jail. And it's looking like the stalker case is more than just the usual celebrity obsession. A lot more…

An elderly spinster has been poisoned in her country home…Everyone blamed Emily’s accident on a rubber ball left on the stairs by her frisky terrier. But the more she thought about her fall, the more convinced she became that one of her relatives was trying to kill her.On April 17th she wrote her suspicions in a letter to Hercule Poirot. Mysteriously he didn’t receive the letter until June 28th… by which time Emily was already dead…