FINE CRIME

FINE CRIME

The beginning of a new series of genre-busting crime thrilling romances

Travel with Allie, a confident young woman who risks leaving her secure job at a prestigious London auction house to work with a Mayfair art dealer, Henry di Palliano... the man she calls

a pretty Etonian. Henry, or Enrico as his demanding mother, the Contessa di Palliano calls him, has recently taken on the work of sourcing particular antiques for exclusive customers. Danger awaits. 

GILT

FINE CRIME  Case 1


     Should I leave my secure job at a prestigious auction house in London for what my brother called dodgy business on the Riviera? Could I resist from falling in love with the pretty Etonian who had just taken over the business in Mayfair... and then there was his mother, the domineering Contessa di Galliano... and finally there was the most wonderful dog called Rosso to travel with us. How could I not?

DEAD COPY

FINE CRIME: CASE 2


     Henry di Palliano is in Rome, hunting for a rare lost letter written by the poet Shelley. He has a buyer ready waiting for it ... but will it be genuine or a clever copy? The Contessa, his autocratic mother starts the journey with him but it is left to Allie Ponsonby, his new auburn-haired colleague and Rosso, his faithful deerhound, to help him solve the mystery and escape the dark threat of Mafia involvement and drug smuggling. Danger certainly... glamour, too, travelling in Henry's vintage electric Alfa Romeo, staying in luxurious hotels and villas... but is there love in the hot Roman air?



"Its been quite a day. I'm very sorry I put you in danger, but I did ask you to stay in the car.'

'I've never been very good at doing what I'm told.' I said, feeling slightly cross now. 'Anyway, Rosso was in more danger than me.'

At the sound of his name, Rosso shuffled around under the table and gave a low grunt of agreement. I carried on with the safe canine theme..."

“Imagination rules the world.” 


Napoleon Bonaparte


     "The two security guards opened the gates as I approached and, I was about to drive through, when a red parcel dropped out of the sky into the middle of the driveway ahead. I braked violently and Henry was out of the car before I had quite stopped. The two guards walked lazily toward him and stood by as Henry picked up the package. Then, they all looked up at the sky and I craned my neck to see the black drone veering away and quickly disappearing. Henry walked away from the car and signalled to me to back up, so I pulled on the handbrake and jumped out of the car. I shouted to Henry,"

"Nothing in the world is single; 

   All things by a law divine..."

Percy Bysshe Shelley

1792-1822