Nancy Carson Books

Only tragedy can save her... Lucy Piddock meets Arthur Goodrich, solid, kind and dependable; a stonemason by trade working in his father's Black Country business. Arthur seems to be the ideal match, but he lights no flame in Lucy's heart. Anyone else would be satisfied. But Lucy wants more. She dares to dream of love and hankers for Dickie Dempster, the debonair young guard she meets who works on the newly constructed railway. Prompted by Lucy's rejection, Arthur leaves home to seek a new life and a new love in Bristol, leaving Lucy free to pursue her dream of happiness with Dickie. Free to make her own choices, Lucy finds the water muddied by tragedy, and must re-examine where her heart really lies . . ..

Romantic dreams, snatched by war... Lizzie Bishop's humble beginnings as a dressmaker's daughter see her hope for nothing more than a simple offer of marriage. Love, passion and romance are reserved for daydreams. But then into Lizzie's quiet world comes two men - one reliable and kind-hearted, the other heartbreakingly handsome. Just as Lizzie's made her choice, the ominous call of war sounds, and her life changes again. Will Lizzie get her chance at happiness, or has it gone forever? Reviews . About the author Nancy Carson lives in Staffordshire and is a keen student of local history. All her novels are based around real events, and focus on the lives and loves of the people of the Black Country.

Whisked from the industrial Black Country to the dazzling clubs of New York City...1936 will be Maxine Kite's year! Plucked from obscurity, young cellist Maxine Kite is thankful for the chance given to her by Birmingham's esteemed orchestra, but a part of her is still unfulfilled. Music has always been her passion but she has dreams far too big for a girl from a simple family. When the jazz clubs of New York beckon, along with the sultry world of wayward musician Brent Shackleton, Maxine leaves safety and propriety behind. But a girl's good name can be all she has in the world... and once lost, is almost impossible, to reclaim...