Jean Sutherland MacLeod was born in 20 January 1908 in Glasgow, Scotland, UK. She was the daughter of Elizabeth Allen and John MacLeod. Her father, who was a civil engineer, moved with jobs. Her education began at Bearsden Academy, continued in Swansea and ended in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. She moved to North Yorkshire, England to marry with Lionel Walton on 1 January 1935, an electricity board executive, who died in 1995. They had a son, David Walton, who died two years before her. She passed away on 11 April 2011 at 103 years.
Jean S. MacLeod started writing stories for the magazine The People's Friend, before sold her first romance novel in 1936. She wrote contemporary romances, most of them were set in her native Scotland, or in exotic places like Spain or Caribbean, places that she normally visited for documented. From 1948 to 1965, she also published under the pseudonym of Catherine Airlie. She published her last novel in 1996, a year after her husband death. She was member of the Romantic Novelists' Association, where she met the mediatic writer Barbara Cartland, who was not too friendly.
I feel like amnesia is a plot line that an author can only used once and this author already has another book with something very similar, and the same outcome. I feel cheated.
I want you to return the coin collection." Charles Vincent allowed his gaze to dwell on Claire -- and in that split second she was aware of his utmost contempt.
What had happened to their marriage? Claire tried to remember, but the fog of amnesia concealed the truth.
She only knew that Charles believed she had stolen the priceless collection. Why had she done it? Where were the coins? While the questions remained unanswered, could there be any place for her in his life?
I won't give anything away here, except to say I liked this one a lot! I have a weakness for amnesia stories, and this one had enough mystery and intrigue to make it entertaining, as well as a twist that I didn't see coming (though there was a hint I should have picked up on.) I liked the way the truth comes back in bits and pieces, not all in one WOW!! moment.
One thing though: there was a very dubious psychiatrist in this story, despite all his French charm. He was clearly suffering from what I call "reverse transference", and should have taken himself off the case as soon as he realized his romantic feelings for the h. Very unprofessional!