Bücher von Leslie Ford

Magnolias and murder -- live oaks and dead women -- romance and violence -- are what three unsuspecting women find on the Garden Club pilgrimage to glamorous Old Natchez. Expecting to recapture the magic of the Old South, they become involved, instead, in an ancient feud of love and death, where the romantic sins of the past come to life in very modern murder!

IN THE MANSION OF MURDER...A self-made millionaire, whose true story was not fit to print...His beautiful "friend"...His wife, and her friend, a very suspect psychiatrist...And a man from the haunted past, with his father's blood on his hands, and every reason in the world to kill and kill again...

Slowly I turned to face the hall and the doorway. I waited in an agony of suspense. The great house was as silent as an empty grave, with the pulse of time beating eternally against it: tick, tock; tick, tock; tick, tock...Gradually I relaxed and let my hand drop, until -- I shrieked and turned -- and raised my hand dripping with blood. I stared at it like a maniac, and then at the thing it had touched...

Lawrason Hillyard produces virtually the entire output of promethium, a highly sought metal needed to fight World War II. As rich as he is hated by his enemies (including his wife), he is the perfect target for murder. And it's up to Col. Primrose to investigate, with the able assistance of Sgt. York and Mrs. Latham.

The town was dark and heavy with doom. Hate, generations old, flowed through it like a malevolent river. Julie knew the force of that hate... and the violence which had issued from it in the past. It could erupt again; she lived in terror.Ben, the stranger, saw Julie and fell in love. A secret voice warned him to stay away, but he did not. They clung together in the darkness; meanwhile, through the midnight shadows of the town a killer moved to wreak his vengeance on them both.

SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW, SOMETHING BORROWED -- SOMETHING DEADIt was the wedding of the season. The bride was society's most beautiful darling. The groom was one of the richest men on the Eastern seaboard. To be invited was an honor; to be overlooked was social death. A few eager status seekers tried to sneak in -- but they were all sent away in disgrace.Except for one uninvited guest, with a vital function to perform: MURDER.