Not every door should be opened . . . With stunning locations and page-turning tension, The Paris Secret is an intense and gripping tale from bestselling author Karen Swan. Somewhere along the cobbled streets of Paris, an apartment lies thick with...

A sensual and joyful story of desire and independence in 1930s Paris. Set among the bustling train stations and narrow rues of 1930s Paris, where the threat of war already hangs in the air, Marie is a hypnotically powerful novel about...

A brilliant, fast-paced comedy about what happens when all of your dreams become true. What would you do if… …you were happily married …with two gorgeous children …and the most gorgeous film star in the world walked up to...

**Lose yourself in the south of France this summer, in this fabulously feel-good beach read!** Carrie Hayes has a job she enjoys and a perfectly nice boyfriend. She’s sorted. Isn’t she? But Carrie’s life wasn’t always like this. As...

Jerry has a traumatic past that leaves him subject to psychotic hallucinations and depressive episodes. When he stands accused of stealing a priceless Van Gogh painting, he goes underground, where he develops an unwilling relationship with a woman who...

Suddenly single after twenty-two years of marriage, the calm of Katherine Price’s midlife has turned upside down. Seeking to find her true self, she took a chance on starting over. A year later, she is certain of this: she’s...

When beautiful, reckless Southern belle Zelda Sayre meets F. Scott Fitzgerald at a country club dance in 1918, she is seventeen and he is a young army lieutenant. Before long, Zelda has fallen for him, even though Scott isn’t...

After sixteen months of travelling round the Mediterranean in search of the ancient secrets of the olive tree, Carol returns to her beloved olive farm in the south of France, to her husband Michel and his burgeoning family. However,...

The third episode of a bestselling story which began with THE OLIVE FARM,… “The stars shimmer like spilled handfuls of glitter. The day is beginning to rise with a faint mist. As I turn my head, ghostly halos, auras...

“I scan the terraces, planted with row upon row of ancient olive trees. It is April, late spring. Here in the hills behind the Cote d’Azur the olive groves are delicately blossomed, with their tiny, white-forked flowers. Beyond them,...