After a horse trainer is found dead, Acton and Doyle try to find the culprit, a pursuit complicated by the jealousies and blunders of their coworkers.

The holidays had come and gone, and Doyle was chafing to get back home to London, so as to start being productive, again. Acton's hereditary estate was grand indeed, but there was something a bit off-putting about the grandeur, and all that tiresome peacefulness. After all, Trestles hadn't always been a peaceful sort of place; for hundreds of years, it had housed generation after generation who were consumed with ruthless ambition, and who were willing to sail very close to the wind, in their quest for material gain. Best to whisk Acton away, before this troublesome atmosphere seeped into his very bones. . . .

Third in the “memorable series that will captivate fans of police procedurals and complicated sleuths,” following Murder in Retribution (Library Journal, starred review). While Acton and Doyle, two of Scotland Yard’s finest, pursue a self-appointed judge, jury, and executioner, Acton’s own questionable methods may prove their undoing . . . The victims are all criminals who eluded justice—until they ran afoul of an avenger whose modus operandi is a bullet to the back of the head. The key to the vigilante’s identity lies in connecting the cold cases to an event that may have triggered retribution after all these years. Meanwhile, Doyle finds herself shadowed by a mysterious figure. After the man steps forward to rescue her from harm, she wonders why he is invested in protecting her. But when she learns he’s in contact with Acton’s nemesis, she fears she’s being used in a plot against her husband. The stakes are high, and both Doyle and Acton must work independently to outwit the players—before their lives are brought crashing down like a house of cards . . . “Cleeland writes with a light and witty touch, and there’s never a shortage of clever banter and interesting characters.”—Publishers Weekly Praise for the New Scotland Yard Mysteries “It’s been a long time since I encountered two characters this charming and engaging. I look forward to more of their adventures.” —David Morrell, New York Times–bestselling author of Ruler of the Night “Thrilling . . . will keep you guessing until the very last page!” —Victoria Thompson, USA Today–bestselling author of the Gaslight Mystery series

When their relationship is revealed, Chief Inspector Michael Sinclair and detective Kathleen Doyle must deal with office politics while trying to solve a series of murders linked to both the Russian mafia and an Irish terrorist group.

"Fans of Elizabeth Peters and Tracy Grant will find Cleeland's espionage thriller their cup of tea."—RT Book Reviews The Cursed Tombs of Egypt Hold Many Secrets... Miss Hattie Blackhouse has never been close to her parents...and no wonder, since the Blackhouses are renowned scholars who spend most of their time excavating ancient tombs in Egypt. But news of their disappearance forces Hattie to leave England and embark on a voyage that will reveal the long-buried secrets of her past. An encrypted senet board and a gold medallion lead Hattie on a perilous quest to track down her missing parents—and discover why people associated with the Blackhouses continue to turn up dead. What she uncovers is a secret that could alter the course of history... Filled with intrigue, romance, and ancient secrets, Anne Cleeland's thrilling novel takes you on an unforgettable Egyptian adventure. Praise for Anne Cleeland's Tainted Angel: "Espionage and steamy passion—Regency style—burning up the pages from chapter one."—Raine Miller, New York Times bestselling author "An exhilarating Napoleonic adventure in which no one is what they seem, including the intrepid hero and heroine. My kind of book!"—Teresa Grant, author of The Paris Affair

The story of an Oregon woman convicted of shooting her three children, killing one, in 1983.

Detective Sergeant Kathleen Doyle was investigating a tip she'd received about doctors who were being assaulted at a London free clinic, but-strangely enough-none of the volunteers was willing to give her a statement. Instead, her only witness offered a fanciful tale about supernatural evildoers-which was nonsense, of course; it was clearly an attempt to shift the blame to the appropriate cultural bogeyman. Although it did seem as though there were a lot of strange things happening, and all of them at once. A shame, that she had to interrupt the investigation to attend a servant's funeral at Trestles, but Acton felt they were obligated to go. If only she didn't feel as though her husband was a little too eager to attend this particular funeral. . . .