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Dorothy Phoebe Ansle was bron 27 July 1890 in Ventnor, Isle of Wight, England, UK, daugther of the second marriage formed by Mary Phillipps (née Embling), who ran a boardinghouse, and Frederick Philip Ansle (1897-1938), who had various profesions, like butcher and wine merchant. She was the younger child in common. She was a pupil at Royal Masonic School for Girls, and went on to some further education at Caversham. She married Irish Francis Ignatius Keogh, and they lived in Dublin before they instaled in London on 1927.
On 1928, she published her first novel, under the penname of Hebe Elsna, she also wrote under the pennames Vicky Lancaster, Lyndon Snow, and Laura Conway. She published more than 200 novels, mainly romance and dramatic novels or novelized historical biographies, under diferent pseudonyms and titles. She later lived in Surrey and then Hove. Her husband died in 1965. She continued to live in the Hove area till her own death on 7 January 1983.
TERROR IN THE CHINESE ROOM A hot red light leaped and danced upon the walls, the floor, the ceiling. It came from the open door of the Chinese room. Charlotte stared at it terrified, for now there was the acrid scent of burning fabric. She reached...
MYSTERY OF TIME When Ann Dominic set out to write a biography of her novelist ancestress, Annis Dominic, she was astonished to discover eerie parallels in their lives. But the facts of the once well-known writer's personal life seemed oddly color...
SATAN'S BALL For lovely young Ennis Corbyn, fresh from the quiet life of the English countryside, the glittering London social scene was as dizzying as it was dazzling, as intoxicating as it was enchanting. Gallant young blades courted her, beauti...
PRIVET COURT The ancestral home of the Albans stood shrouded in mystery, deserted, its grounds overgrown. Juliet, the youngest Alban, had never entered the house. Her father, following tradition, had willed Privet Court to a distant male relative....
“I don’t want to talk of it again … we don’t understand; we never shall. I want to forget, not to think of it as a nightmare, not to remember it when I dream, and I feel that the whole world has slipped away, or that I as being sucked down in...