Anne Cleeland

First-year detective Kathleen Doyle and Chief Inspector Michael Sinclair, Lord Acton, are a most unlikely pair. An Irish redhead of humble beginnings and modest means, Doyle is the antithesis of Acton, the British lord who has established himself as a brilliant but enigmatic figure with a knack for solving London's most high profile homicides. But Acton senses something exceptional beneath Doyle's awkward naivete and taps her to help him with his...

Detective Kathleen Doyle has her hands full. She has recently been paired with the newly promoted Detective Sergeant Williams to investigate a turf war--a series of retribution murders between the Russians and the Irish, both of whom are trying to control a lucrative underworld business. Kathleen also just learned that she's pregnant and must now deal with the repercussions of her hasty marriage in the form of Chief Inspector Acton's mother, the displeased...

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...

"It seemed a little strange, that detective Sergeant Kathleen Doyle wound up being the ranking officer on this particular homicide scene. It was true that DCI Acton was off somewhere, testifying, and DI Williams was chasing down witnesses on the latest Santeria murder, but Doyle couldn't shake the feeling that she was being manipulated, by one or both of them. But to what end? The unidentified victim was a wealthy man, who shouldn't have been mucking...

It was a bit puzzling, that Chief Inspector Acton hadn't mentioned the body they'd discovered in the burnt-out church, even though he must have known that Doyle would find it of great interest. Was the arsonist caught up in her own fire, or was there a deeper, more sinister tale told by the blackened rubble? Although she was sidelined on maternity leave, Detective Sergeant Kathleen Doyle was fast coming to the realization that her husband hadn't told...

It seemed as though Doyle was slated to have a busman's holiday, here in Dublin, and wasn't it just her luck to stumble across a corpse in the St. Brigid's School orchard. Stranger still, it looked to be a ritualistic revenge-murder, which--come to think of it--was exactly what they'd stumbled across the last time they'd visited Doyle's home town. Who would have guessed that nasty revenge-murders were thick on the ground, here--save Acton, of course,...