All London is abuzz with speculation about charming Lord March, who departed White’s one night six months ago and never made it home to his beloved wife. Not even Bow Street has been able to trace him one step. And then suddenly he reappears, his memory a blank, a case of priceless jewels in his hand— Regency Romance by Maggie MacKeever; originally published by Fawcett Coventry
I’ve written horrible poetry, better short stories, adequate commercials, educational and industrial film narration, and very forgettable screenplays. Once I learned how to make a story last longer than a few paragraphs I moved on to novels, and there I stayed. I've written forty-three to date.