Ergebnis für "Cottage Crimes (Sophie Sayers ermittelt) Band 2 Eine Leiche zu viel" in Liebesromane

Annie Hewitt wollte nie wieder nach Peregrine Island zurückkehren. Und nun ist sie doch da - pleite, heimatlos und auf der Suche nach dem versteckten Nachlass ihrer Mutter. Dabei will Annie unbedingt ein Aufeinandertreffen mit Theo Harp vermeiden. Er war ihre große Liebe. Doch jetzt ist er der Mann, den sie am meisten fürchtet.

Jill and Carrie - both married with teenage children - meet one day during Jill's lunch break at a local park. Soon a friendship is forged. A friendship that deepens with each visit. Jill's husband still lives and breathes the coach's life, a life that leaves him little time to spare for Jill. Left on her own more and more, Jill finds herself searching for the indefinable something that has been missing all her life.

Talented lawyer Hannah Campbell is after a change in her workaholic Manchester life - so on an uncharacteristic whim, she books herself a place at the world-renowned Killorgally Cookery School in County Kerry. But on her first night In Ireland, sampling the delights of Dublin, Hannah can’t resist falling for the charms of handsome stranger Conor. It’s only when Hannah arrives at her postcard-pretty home at Killorgally for the next six weeks that she discovers what happens in Dublin doesn’t quite stay in Dublin....

Recently married to Charles, Sarah is furnishing a cottage in Scotland and starting on a life in sharp contrast to their wartime experiences. Their full entrance into village life is helped by Sarah's delightful grandparents, who have given them the land on which they have built their cottage.

Summer, 1947. Kate Herrick, a war widow, returns to her childhood home for a final visit before the house is sold. But Rose Cottage is not the idyllic paradise she remembers from her youth and someone has been there before her. As Kate uncovers an old secret that haunts the home she thought she knew, she is forced to confront a dark truth from her own past.... Beyond the weedy garden with its riot of rose bushes, nothing had changed. And someone was crossing the bridge to approach the garden gate. Someone I knew well....