"It's June 9 1944, three days after D-Day. On the orders of the government, Captain John Miller and his men go to look for Private James Ryan. They must bring him home. But how many will survive the mission?" - back cover.
This year's most sought-after invitation must surely be that of the Bridgerton masquerade ball, to be held Monday next. Will some fortunate young lady use the mystery of a masquerade night to snare one of the eligible bachelors? Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, May 1815. Sophie Beckett never dreamt she would sneak into Lady Bridgerton's famed masquerade ball - or that 'Prince Charming' would be waiting there for her! Though the daughter of an earl, Sophie had been relegated to the role of servant by her disdainful stepmother. But that night, spinning in the strong arms of the debonair and devastatingly handsome Benedict Bridgerton, she felt like royalty. Yet she knows all enchantments must end. But Sophie has reckoned without Benedict's determined heart: he has sworn to find and wed his mystery miss, for he knows this is his only chance for a fairy tale love . . .
A mysterious woman, a legendary cursed jewel, and a night train to the French riviera -- ingredients for the perfect romance or the perfect crime? When the train stops, the jewel is missing, and the woman is found dead in her compartment. It's the perfect mystery, filled with passion, greed, deceit. And Hercule Poirot is the perfect detective to solve it...
Prefazione e postfazione di Claudio Savonuzzi
Il lussuoso Treno Azzurro unisce nella notte Londra con la Costa Azzurra, trasportando i protagonisti dell’alta società, miliardari americani, nobili europei, ereditiere e investigatori famosi come Hercule Poirot. Tra di loro anche la giovane e bella Ruth Kettering, figlia del miliardario Van Aldin. Per lei, è l’ultimo viaggio: all’arrivo a Nizza, infatti, viene ritrovata strangolata nel suo scompartimento. Gli indiziati sono numerosi: il marito, l’amante, un’avvenente ballerina, un imprendibile ladro internazionale. La polizia brancola nel buio, ma non Poirot…