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Double action thrillers by the classic adventure writer set in Italy and South America.THE GOLDEN KEELWhen the Allies invaded southern Italy in 1943, Mussolini's personal treasure was moved north to safety under heavily armed guard. It was never seen again. Now, an expedition plans to unearth the treasure and smuggle it out of Italy. But their reckless mission is being followed – by enemies who are as powerful and ruthless as they are deadly…THE VIVERO LETTERJeremy Wheale's well-ordered life is blasted apart when his brother is murdered. The killer was after a family heirloom – an antique gold tray – which sets Wheale on a trail from Devon to the tropical rainforest of Yucatan. There he joins the hunt for a lost Mayan city. But in the dense cover of the jungle a band of vicious convict mercenaries are waiting to strike…Includes a unique bonus – Desmond Bagley's rare introduction to these books.

Mrs Featherby had been having pleasant dreams until she woke to discover the front of her house had vanished overnight …On a seemingly normal morning in London, a group of people all lose something dear to them, something dear but peculiar: the front of their house, their piano keys, their sense of direction, their place of work.Meanwhile, Jake, a young boy whose father brings him to London following his mother’s sudden death in an earthquake, finds himself strangely attracted to other people’s lost things. But little does he realise that his most valuable possession is slipping away from him.Of Things Gone Astray is a magical fable about modern life and values. Perfect for fans of Andrew Kaufman and Cecelia Ahern.

Light-hearted contemporary woman’s issues novel about a couple who, on the brink of enjoying semi-retirement, find themselves inundated by their grown up children returning home from unemployment and broken marriages.Far from suffering from empty-nest syndrome, middle-aged Susanna is trilled to be able to move to a smaller, more manageable house and give up her boring job as a pay clerk in order to realise her life-long ambition designing mosaics. This, she believes, is her time. But it is nineties Britain. Her children find it difficult to survive job cuts, broken marriages etc. Susanna is torn between her duty to them and her towards herself – a situation not helped by her husband taking sides with the children. Not surprisingly she turns to a sympathetic neighbour who happens to have too much time on his hands.