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Loving an earl is difficult enough when you are separated by over two hundred years. Add murder, jewel theft and divided loyalties and it becomes even harder - and more lethal. Cassandra Lawrence is an independent modern woman with a big secret - her lover Lucian, the Earl of Radcliffe, just happens to have been born in 1779. Cassie might be getting used to finding herself back in 1807, even when Luc is involved in mysteries, murder and general mayhem, but the closer they become, the harder it is to leave him. When they find themselves embroiled in a death and the theft of priceless jewels at his Suffolk home, Luc and Cassie have more than a killer to unmask - somehow they have to find a way to be together. And that might be as dangerous as anything they have yet faced.
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Librarian Note: There is more than one author in the GoodReads database with this name. See this thread for more information. This author also writes under the name Francesca Shaw. I have had my nose buried in a history book - fact or fiction - for as long as I can remember, but even more important to me are the places and the objects that conjure up the past. My first attempt at historical fiction at the age of eight was three pages of improbable medieval drama set in the local castle. With a degree in geography and archaeology I love to try and 'read' the landscape and the buildings in it for clues about the past. Virtually any place can trigger ideas for plots, but I am particularly inspired by Venice, Burgundy, Mediterranean islands and the Hertfordshire and Norfolk countryside. I live in England in a village in Bedfordshire with my long-suffering husband. He is not sure whether to be flattered or alarmed to be told he is the inspiration for all my romantic heroes! Whenever possible we escape to our cottage on the North Norfolk coast where Percy, the bossy pheasant, allows us to share the garden. My resolution every time I start on a new plot is to plan it carefully, make copious notes first and write lots of drafts in a disciplined and orderly manner. What inevitably happens is that the story starts to write itself in my head until it gets completely out of control - meanwhile my study floor becomes a sea of open books, prints and maps and I am found sitting in the car at traffic lights, muttering dialogue. At that point I have to start writing, knowing full well that the hero and heroine are going to take over and sabotage all my attempts at discipline. It is, after all, their story.