Secrets of the Watch House

The truth is waiting to be told ... ''STUNNING ... I barely dared breathe as I raced through it'' SANTA MONTEFIORE Cornwall, 1934. Violet Ellis is living in the shadows of her father''s ruined reputation. So, when wealthy widower James Atherton offers her employment, she immediately begins the treacherous journey to his home on the remote Cornish island of Aoife''s Bay - despite the bone-chilling allegations surrounding his late wife Elizabeth''s death. In James''s company, Violet begins to feel the love that has been missing all her life. But when anonymous letters start to plague the bay''s residents, threatening to expose what really happened to Elizabeth, Violet feels the hostility towards her grow. She has an unsettling sense of being watched in her new home, and as the mysteries of the island draw her in, she starts to fear she might never find a way out ... Sweeping across London, Oxford and the wilds of the West Country, this novel is perfect for fans of Amanda Geard, Louise Douglas and Lucinda Riley. * PRAISE FOR SECRETS OF THE WATCH HOUSE : '' Spine-tinglingly good '' Amanda Geard '' You''ll be obsessed by the mystery, haunted by the shadows and beguiled by the love. Just brilliant! '' Natasha Lester '' Glorious '' Rachel Burton ''I loved the mystery, the setting, and the love story. Fabulous! '' Kathleen McGurl ''A multi-layered, captivating mystery'' Gill Paul READERS HAVE BEEN SWEPT AWAY BY JENNY ASHCROFT: ''Sweeping, thrilling , heart-rending'' Louise Douglas '' Gripping ... the characters became so real and the atmosphere so tense that I felt I was there'' ''So romantic, so epic , so tear-jerking'' Lorna Cook ...

Auteur

Jenny Ashcroft is the author of several historical novels, including The Echoes of Love, Beneath a Burning Sky and Island in the East. She previously spent much of her life living in, working in and exploring Australia and Asia, and now splits her time between Australia and the UK.

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The truth is waiting to be told ...'STUNNING ... I barely dared breathe as I raced through it' SANTA MONTEFIORE