Series
Old buildings. Buried crimes. Men who know exactly where the bodies are.
Contemporary romantic suspense set among Tasmania's ruined and listed buildings. Each book stands alone: a woman who reads structures for a living, a man standing on the thing she's been hired to sign away, and six weeks to work out which of them is lying.
I have six weeks to talk a man worth four hundred million dollars out of demolishing the most important building in Tasmania.
Frankie Vale reads buildings with her hands, the way her stonemason father taught her. She's never met a wall that lied to her. Julian Marsh is another matter — guarded, unreadable, and the owner of a derelict ballroom he refuses to explain. He gives her six weeks to change his mind. Every day. In the building. Alone with him.
I can tell you the day any building will fall down. It's people I've never been able to calculate.
Nadia Roe reads loads, not people. The job is simple: assess a ruined convent laundry, sign the form that lets a developer flatten it, walk away. Except the ground is lying to her — a void under the wash-house floor the survey swears can't exist, and fifty years of records cut from every archive with a blade.
A true light can't lie about the rocks. People can — so I mend lights, and I never learned to read the people.
Ailsa Vane trusts glass, not men. The job is simple: cross to a shut-off island, assess the old lens a developer wants stripped, sign the form, go home. Except the light is lying — rigged a hundred and fifty years ago to shine safe over a reef that isn't — and the salvage diver already on the rock wants her gone before she reads what's on the bottom.