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As village nurse Ottilie Oakcroft and her fiancé Heath plan their engagement party, she can’t hide her feelings of pure happiness. She’s so settled in cosy Wordsworth Cottage and can’t wait to celebrate her exciting news with the villagers she’s come to know and love. But, on the day of the party, as she strings up bunting and fairy lights, there’s a surprise in store. A young woman appears on Ottilie’s doorstep–claiming she’s Ottilie’s half-sister Fion and she wants to be part of Ottilie’s life.

When fire wardens search the scorched remains of an abandoned farmhouse, underneath the rubble, they make a shocking discovery—a young woman, stabbed and left to die in the middle of the fire zone. Detective Delaney Pace and Sheriff Leo Palmer are called in to investigate.

My heart drops as I take in Jemma’s tear-streaked face. Has my worst nightmare come true? My daughter is my whole world, but I’ve been keeping a secret from her. And from the hurt in her eyes, I think she’s found out....

England, 1941. When Jane Treen is summoned to her boss’s office at the end of a long day, she smooths down her tweed skirt and makes them both another strong pot of coffee. Brigadier Remmington-Blythe slides a folded copy of the evening newspaper towards her, with one small article circled in red ink. A body has been found on an English beach in the little seaside town where she grew up, and he wants her to investigate. Jane is used to managing secret agents and spies, but she is now part of The Secret Detective Agency, England’s answer to solving the most mysterious murders.

Brillante Chirurgin. Hingebungsvolle Ehefrau. Mörderin? Bevor meine Welt zusammenbrach, hatte ich alles: Die erfolgreiche Karriere, von der ich immer geträumt hatte. Das schöne Backsteinhaus, in dem ich mich vor dem Kamin entspannen konnte. Den attraktiven, treuen Ehemann, dessen blaue Augen und charmantes Lächeln mir immer ein Gefühl der Sicherheit gaben. Als ich den Todeszeitpunkt nenne, ist meine Stimme ruhig. Meine Kollegen stehen schweigend um mich herum, ihre Blicke auf mich gerichtet, verwirrt, besorgt. Bis heute habe ich noch nie einen Patienten verloren.

My delicate newborn, Lola, is just perfect. She’s made our family complete. My wonderful husband Max has his own children. He doesn’t like to talk about his first wife – and I knew it would be hard, becoming a stepmother. But now I have a child of my own. I can forget about the past.

Maggie’s heart pounds as she clutches the autopsy report. What she’s reading is impossible. Yesterday, a woman died in a fire. But her remains belong to someone who died twenty years ago. When the body of Ruby Anderson is found in a burnt-out trailer, Chief Maggie Riley is called to solve the biggest case Coyote Cove has ever seen. Ruby supposedly drowned on a kayaking trip twenty years ago—how could she have been alive today? For years there have been whispers about how Ruby died.

Fiona Fisher lives a quiet and contented existence. A former nurse who married Jason, the doctor of her dreams, she is now a mother to his two daughters and living in the sort of cosy village home she’d always wished for.

1926, Sussex. The Honourable Cressida Fawcett is delighted to return to her parents’ rambling mansion to introduce them to her pug Ruby’s puppies. But when the pups go running off with Cressida in hot pursuit, they lead her to a bubbling stream – Hell’s Ditch. And the body of Bob the gardener is floating there, his outstretched hand clutching a soggy cheese and pickle sandwich.

I take a sip of coffee as I plan my day. My surgeon husband, Cole, slept at work last night, so I had to get the kids ready on my own, again. I can’t complain, though, I’ve loved him ever since we met, long before he became a famous surgeon and the papers started calling him the pride of the hospital. Our latest family photo hangs on the kitchen wall and I remember that day so clearly. Cole screamed at me over nothing, then apologised saying he was stressed at work. My heart pounded with fear, but I plastered a smile on my face for the sake of my children.

Sie hat das Leben, um das sie alle beneiden. Aber was verheimlicht sie? Als Holly auf die ruhige Baker Straße zieht, sorgt sie für reichlich Aufruhr. Sie ist attraktiv und talentiert, und so dauert es nicht lange, bis die Anwohner ihrem Charme erliegen. Aber warum sollte jemand wie sie die aufregende Großstadt hinter sich lassen, um stattdessen mit einer einsamen älteren Dame zu leben? Ihre Nachbarn sind fasziniert von Holly und beobachten sie bei jeder Gelegenheit von ihren Fenstern aus.

Historic Inishmore Castle is opening its doors for the first time, hosting a charming weekend of whiskey tasting and soda bread baking. Sisters Mercy and Lizzie McCarthy are badly in need of a break, but their relaxing trip takes a decidedly unrestful turn when Mercy finds fellow guest Father Brennen slumped over the desk in the library… Did he have one glass too many or did someone want him dead?

Charlie takes my breath away from the moment we meet, when he is dropping his adorable little girls off at the school gates at the same time as I’m waving goodbye to my son. Being a single mother has been hard. So when his gorgeous green-blue eyes hold mine and his lips curve into a smile I wonder if this is my chance to find happiness and escape the secrets in my past.

I thought my first husband died ten years ago. But now he’s back... Opening the front door, I’m stunned to see a familiar face. I never thought I’d see Freddie’s deep brown eyes and crooked smile again. But how is this possible when he died ten years ago…? It took years to move on, but finally my life is almost perfect.

Lady Eleanor Swift’s marriage to dashing Chief Inspector Hugh Seldon is just days away. There’s a lot to organise from the dress to the catering, including, of course, the all-important wedding cake. But Eleanor is heartbroken when their chef, apple-cheeked Annie Tibetts, dies of poisoning. And as the doctor confirms her death wasn’t an accident, accusations fly around the whole community.

Should I believe the woman who ruined my life, or protect the husband who’s already betrayed me? I walk past rows of immaculate white roses into the Kane family’s picture-perfect home, thinking that I’d never guess what’s happened behind closed doors. The woman standing with my colleagues in handcuffs looks so innocent in her blue, silk dress. But they say she’s killed her husband. When I see her face, I recognise her immediately. She’s my own husband Bradley’s mistress… She was found beside the body with blood on her hands.

»Du verdienst deine Schwester nicht …« Lizzy Beresford ist allein in ihrem kleinen, abgelegenen Cottage, als sie den ersten Brief in ihrer Küche findet. Jemand muss in ihrem Zuhause gewesen sein – jemand, der ihr nichts Gutes will. Lizzy kennt niemanden, der ihr schaden wollen würde. Aber als weitere Drohbriefe eintreffen, beginnt sie jeden zu verdächtigen. Verzweifelt nimmt sie Kontakt zu ihrer Schwester Emma auf. Sie haben seit Jahren kein Wort miteinander gesprochen. Nicht seit dem Streit, der alles veränderte.

I remind myself that I wanted this break. For the first time in years, I am completely, blissfully alone. But as the days pass, I begin to realise a painful truth. For years I’ve been telling a story about my life–a story that stopped me from falling apart. But what if I have the chance to re-write it? Wendy is a devoted wife and mother who has spent years working as a nurse, helping those in need. But with Wendy’s children flying the nest and her marriage hanging by a thread, she realises that she’s never really asked herself what she wants.

Es hätte ein perfekter Abend werden sollen. Eine Chance, unsere Ehe zu retten. Stattdessen hat es unsere Familie zerstört. Sobald ich die Haustür aufschließe, spüre ich, dass etwas nicht stimmt. Als mein Mann Sean und ich das Wohnzimmer betreten, finden wir unsere kleine Tochter vor dem laufenden Fernseher–allein. Keine Spur von unserer Babysitterin Sasha. Ein paar Tage später werde ich wegen Mordes an Sasha verhaftet. Immer und immer wieder gehe ich die Ereignisse des schlimmsten Abends meines Lebens im Kopf durch.

Fear prickles her skin. “Noah?” Photos and trinkets from their simple but perfect life together litter the carpet. The coffee table is cracked, blood along its edges. She should be taking in details, but her heart is racing too fast. A strangled cry works its way from Josie’s chest. Where is her husband? Detective Josie Quinn’s world shatters when she returns home to find her house ransacked, and her husband, Noah, missing.