FREE FROM ALL DANGER Book Launch in Leeds


9780727887535_FCFREE FROM ALL DANGER is the page-turning new novel in the acclaimed Richard Nottingham historical mystery series from Chris Nickson, out now.

The series is set in Chris’s beloved home town, Leeds, in the 18th century, so where better to launch the book than in one of his favourite places – Leeds Library, the oldest subscription library in the British Isles, which has been in the same location since 1808.

Read Chris’s personal account of this special night below!





It’s not often you have the chance to work with someone you first met fifty years ago. But when the opportunity arises, why not seize it? Going way, way back, Chris Emmerson and I had our first band together. He played guitar and sang, his brother on drums. I was a scarcely proficient bass player. We were all very young teenagers, at the same school, in love with music. Fast forward several decades, many lives and miles, and we discovered each other again. He still played music. I’d stopped, more than a decade ago, my instruments gathering dust. Instead, I wrote novels and music journalism. With a new novel, Free From All Danger, coming out, I wanted to do something different for a book launch. A performance. Some extracts from the novel, some parts specially written. I asked if he’d be interested in writing the soundtrack to accompany it. He was. The result happened on Thursday, November 9 at the Leeds Library, one of my favourite places. It’s the oldest subscription library in the British Isles, in the same location since 1808. We were in the New Room, an 1880 add-on. I’d spent a month rehearsing. This was so far out of my comfort zone that it was appealingly terrifying. And that feeling only grew as the audience started to arrive.

I’ve done of semi-studio recording of the piece. You can judge for yourself.

People were surprised. It was different. It had music, atmosphere. But I wanted to take people aback. Simply standing up there and reading is fine, but why not give them more if you can? Chris did a glorious job on the music, and a friend, Hal Parfitt-Murray of the Danish band Basco, contributed the fiddle piece.

And then, once I was done, the Hill Bandits took to the stage and commanded it as they performed the traditional folk song ‘Our Captain Cried’. Why that song? Because it contains the line that gives the book its title. A song I’ve loved for years, full of heartbreak and yearning and hope.

I don’t have a recording of their version, but this is another – quite different – take on the song:

Done, drained, happy. And full of gratitude to Chris, Hal, the Hill Bandits, Waterstones for coming to sell copies of the book (many were purchased; it’s always an author’s nightmare that no one will want it), Leeds Big Bookend for their involvement, and the Leeds Library for hosting it.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to curl into a tiny ball and spend the next week hibernating.

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Five things you should know about J.R. Ripley . . .



J.R. Ripley, aka Glenn Eric Meganck, is the creator of the brilliant Maggie Miller mystery series. The latest addition to the series, BEIGNETS AND BROOMSTICKS, is out 30 November.

1. When not reading crime novels – and I read lots of them so I won’t try to pick any favorites – other authors whose books have had an impact on me (and whose novels I see as I look over my shoulder) include Herman Hesse, Aldous Huxley, Kurt Vonnegut (I got a chance to visit the Vonnegut Memorial Library recently when in Indianapolis for Magna cum Murder), Patricia Highsmith, Haruki Murakami and, more recently, Andrey Kurkov and Carlos Ruiz Zafón. I keep their books sitting on my shelves like old friends in rockers sitting around on the front porch. Of course, there are many more, but those spring to mind.

2. I am a singer/songwriter and my music has been featured in rotation on hundreds of radio stations, MTV and other programs. This experience certainly played a role in the Tony Kozol series of mysteries, which feature a working musician who tours the world in the pursuit of his passion and his livelihood. If you Google me or check out, you will probably uncover some very embarrassing copies of my tunes and videos! And yes, I warn you, I am planning a modest 2918 tour.

3. A few of my other interests include hiking and other outdoor activities, travel, fitness, motorcycling, sports cars, birding (I also write the Bird Lover’s mystery series), cooking and pets (at its peak, the clan included one dog, two turtles and seven cats!).

4. I am a high school dropout. I quit high school out of extreme boredom at the end of my junior year. However, within a few months, I was enrolled at the junior level at university where I studied anthropology, in general, and Mesoamerican archaeology, in particular. I got my BA in two years, did some graduate work then pursued the life of a starving writer and musician working as needed at dozens of factory, trade and labor jobs, other times working as a copywriter and editor, and even started some businesses. I’m happy to report, I now spend my days doing what I always wanted to do – writing and making music.

5. Like Kitty Karlyle (from my Kitty Karlyle Gourmet Pet Chef mystery series), and unlike Maggie Miller who pokes serious fun at her sister, Donna, for her dietary choices, I am a vegetarian. Like Maggie Miller, I once decided to open a beignet café myself! Having tried it, I learned something very important: I am a much better writer than I am café owner!

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November Editor’s Pick – THE MAGIC CHAIR MURDER by Diane Janes

The Magic Chair Murder

This month’s Editor’s Pick is from Kate Lyall Grant, publisher.

The first in a brand-new traditional mystery series, set in the north of England in 1929, THE MAGIC CHAIR MURDER introduces us to two very likeable amateur sleuths in Frances Black and Tom Dod, and represents an intriguing new departure for romantic suspense author Diane Janes. The action kicks off when a committee member of a local literary society disappears, only for her body to turn up two days later. Teaming up to uncover the truth behind her death, Frances and Tom unearth a series of disturbing secrets surrounding their fellow society members.

At first glance, this is a gentle murder mystery redolent of the traditional Golden Age detection fiction of Agatha Christie and Dorothy L. Sayers – yet all is not quite as it seems. Beneath the icy politeness and genteel good manners demanded by the rigid social mores and stifling conventions of the period lurk dangerous passions, all the more savage, when finally unleashed, for having been repressed for so long.  There are seriously dark undertones here, ensuring that the story is rather more vicious than it appears on the surface; the characters’ wild and uncontrolled emotions reflected in the wildness and savagery of the bleak Lancashire landscape that surrounds them. I also particularly relished the period detail, which is lovingly and painstakingly evoked: this is a world still reeling from the after-effects of the First World War; where a population still grieving for their lost menfolk is just beginning to experience the distant rumblings of the onset of World War Two.

Cunningly crafted, with its plentiful red herrings, credible suspects and unexpected twists and turns, the plot kept me entertained, absorbed and intrigued throughout, right up to the surprising denouement.  In short, I think this is the start of a highly promising new series and I hope we’ll be seeing a lot more of Frances and Tom in many mysteries to come.

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Behind the Book – Vanished by Karen E. Olson


Baguettes, café au lait, the Eiffel Tower, houseboats along the Seine. Paris is one of my favorite cities. I discovered its charms on my honeymoon, which is perhaps a bit of a cliché, but it really is a perfect place for romance. My love for the city was also inherited, in a way, from my mother-in-law, who was an art historian and spent a lot of time doing research there throughout her life. My husband and daughter and I traveled with her and my father-in-law to Paris in 2009, and seeing it through Edith’s eyes was special for all of us. And when my family went back and rented an apartment for a week, we truly felt Parisian as we frequented the neighborhood markets and navigated an area with few tourists.

It was that trip that made me start thinking about setting a book there.

Tina Adler, the computer hacker in my Black Hat series, was merely a speck of an idea at that point. But when I began writing HIDDEN, without even thinking about it, I realized that she’d spent summers in Paris with her grandmother and spoke fluent French. Which worked really well when she went to Quebec in SHADOWED. I wanted Tina to go to Paris, but because she’s off the grid, it needed to happen more organically than just going there. She needed a real reason. So when she discovers Zeke Chapman is there and possibly in trouble, it’s perfect.

Some of the action in VANISHED takes place in the neighborhood where we rented our apartment, near République in the Marais. Since it’s been four years, I relied on photos from our trip and used my skills as a former newspaper travel editor to bring the city alive for my readers. We used the ATM machine at the corner that I describe in the book. A Google street view – an author’s best friend – showed that the corner was blocked off by construction now, but since this is fiction, I didn’t really have a problem with that.

Will Tina stay in Paris? Sadly, no. But I was happy to spend some time there with her, and dream of the next time I can visit the City of Light.

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Did You Know . . . this about hackers?

9780727887559_FCBefore I started VANISHED, I found a video online that showed someone pulling a debit card skimmer off an ATM machine. The video explained how the skimmer worked and showed what it looks like inside. This fascinated and horrified me, as skimmers can be on any ATM anywhere, or even at gas pumps at the gas station. All of our personal information is available on a small magnetic strip on a card that is so easily compromised.

According to an article in Consumer Reports, FICO Card Alert Services reported a 70 percent increase in the number of debit cards compromised at ATMs in 2016, and the number of card readers and merchant devices hacked was up 30 percent. Hackers can be caught when they go to retrieve the skimmers, but more and more hackers are using Bluetooth technology and they are able to access the information wirelessly or through texts, so they never have to go back to the machines. The hackers then put the information online in a carding forum and sell it.

All of this became the centerpiece of the book. The scariest thing might be what’s perceived as the most mundane. While the rest of the world is watching the hacking of elections, I wanted to show how we are at our most vulnerable in our daily lives.

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#BookExtract – Lost Voyage by Pauline Rowson

Lost Voyage by Pauline Rowson book jacketArt Marvik, former Royal Marine Commando, is surprised to receive an unexpected summons to meet Helen Shannon, a woman he helped on his first mission, in the middle of the night. When a body is discovered in her flat, Marvik is convinced that Helen is being framed for murder, but why and by whom? 

Shortly afterwards, the head of the National Marine Intelligence Squad, Detective Chief Superintendent Crowder, asks him to investigate the disappearance of a salvage vessel, the Mary Jo, which went missing in 2003.  As he delves into the past, it becomes clear that Marvik faces a desperate battle to keep Helen and others safe from a ruthless assassin – one who will stop at nothing in order to protect the secret of the Mary Jo’s last voyage from ever being exposed. Here’s a preview…

Harold Road was a mixture of decaying terraced houses interspersed with ugly low-rise flats, five-storey Edwardian houses which had long passed their glory days and shabby shops, many vacant with To Let boards in the windows but a few still operational – a launderette, a bicycle shop, a Chinese takeaway and, as they progressed further westward, the modern convenience store Helen had mentioned, with a small car park, and beyond that a café on the corner.

‘Home sweet home,’ she announced, waving a hand at the dilapidated Edwardian house next to the convenience store, which was closed. It was the end one of a terrace of four set back from the pavement with what had once been front gardens but were now paved over for vehicles. Only one car, a rusty old Ford, was parked at the front of the house.

‘Not mine,’ she said, reaching for her key as they climbed the six stone steps to the scuffed and scarred door. A light shone dimly from the basement window, but aside from that, the building, like its neighbours, was in darkness. Discarded crisp packets, sweet wrappers, paper coffee cups and polystyrene takeaway food cartoons swirled around the forecourt. Three black wheelie bins lined the coloured stone-patterned path. The house occupied five floors, which included the basement and attic rooms.

‘I’m on the third floor at the front. That’s Gavin’s flat.’ She pointed to the one to her left on the ground floor. She made to switch on the hall light but Marvik put a hand on her arm. He had already retrieved his torch from his rucksack.

She rolled her eyes as if to say more James Bond stuff but he thought she seemed edgy, which was natural if he was correct about what she had been through. No one was watching the house and no one had followed them. It was still dark – the sun wouldn’t rise for another hour.

The torch’s powerful beam swept the grime-laden, dusty hall with its smell of dirt and stale food. He didn’t like to think of Helen living in such a place, coming here after a day’s work. It was enough to make anyone despair. Ahead, the narrow corridor led to a door – to another flat, he assumed – while halfway down the corridor, which contained a bicycle and a pushchair, steps led down to the basement flat where the sound of a fretful baby was coming from. Even to his untrained ears, it sounded hungry.

Helen made to speak but he indicated to her to keep silent. She shrugged and followed him up the stairs to the third floor. No one disturbed them. There she took a key from the pocket of her jacket. Marvik couldn’t explain why but he felt uneasy. Was Helen’s apprehension and tension rubbing off on him? Her breath was coming a little faster and she seemed to be holding back. Had she told him a lie about being followed because she couldn’t bear to step inside the flat where Bradshaw had assaulted her? Maybe. But Marvik knew it was more than that. Something smelt wrong and it wasn’t just the drains. The door was intact; there was nothing to indicate it had been forced. And nothing to show that anyone lay in wait for them behind it but, just as he had on past operations, he knew instinctively there was danger.

As she made to open the door he took the key from her hand and moved ahead of her, blocking her way thrusting back the door so it crashed against the wall. No one was behind it. He stepped inside and let his torch play over the room. Its beam froze as it alighted on the body of a man lying on the floor. Swiftly, Marvik turned, pulled Helen in and placed his other hand across her mouth, causing her to start violently. Still holding her tightly, he kicked the door shut behind him and ran the torch over the bundle on the floor.

‘Is that Ian Bradshaw?’ he asked quietly as the beam of light fell on the wide, staring, sightless eyes.

She nodded.

‘You won’t scream?’

She shook her head. He withdrew his hand.

‘I never scream,’ she said indignantly, swallowing hard. ‘But I do swear. Holy shit.’

LOST VOYAGE by Pauline Rowson is out now in the UK and published in eBook, and in hardback in the USA, on 1 November 2017.  For further information on Pauline Rowson and her work please visit our website here.

Editor’s Pick – The Deceiver by Priscilla Masters

9780727887528_FCSara Porter has selected this month’s Editor’s Pick. 

After last year’s DANGEROUS MINDS, I was really looking forward to the second entry in the Dr Claire Roget forensic psychiatry mystery series by Priscilla Masters, and THE DECEIVER didn’t disappoint.

Claire is a forensic psychiatrist, a job I’ve always found fascinating, and all her training and professional insight is needed to solve a darkly intriguing and compelling case.

It starts when Claire receives a call from Charles Tissot, an obstetrician who is desperate and angry upon learning he’s been accused of impregnating one of his patients, Heather Krimble. Claire’s links with Charles go way back, and he begs Claire to help expose his patient’s unstable mental state and discredit her wild claims. His career is on the line, after all. Claire stays resolutely professional and unbiased as she attempts to get to the bottom of Heather’s accusations, but is soon plunged into a deeply troubling case, where layers of deceit mean the truth is hard to uncover. Is Charles innocent? And, if that wasn’t enough, Claire must also contend with the return of disturbing memories, long-buried, from her own past.

One of the things I love about Priscilla’s writing is her ability to deftly draw complicated and troubled characters, and, through Dr Claire Roget, shine a light on the inner workings of fragile and complex minds, situations and relationships with a huge amount of skill and compassion, avoiding any premature judgements. Claire comes across as an eminently capable and likeable forensic psychiatrist, and I enjoyed getting to know more of her own personal story as the plot developed.

The ending had me particularly gripped by a twist that I hadn’t seen coming, and I must give Arthur, another of Claire’s patients, a special mention. The subplot surrounding him tugged at my heartstrings throughout and offered another unforeseen, and wholly satisfying, resolution.

The Dr Claire Roget series gives readers a fascinating insight into how forensic psychiatrists approach potentially explosive cases. If you enjoy tightly plotted, absorbing mysteries that explore complicated issues and characters with sensitivity and finesse, I recommend that THE DECEIVER and the Dr Claire Roget series go straight to the top of your reading list!


Praise for Dangerous Minds

“With its unresolved personal story and chilling conclusion, the novel suggests that Masters has another successful, character-driven series ahead” Booklist

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Behind the Book – Free from All Danger by Chris Nickson

Free From All Danger is the seventh intriguing historical mystery in Chris Nickson’s acclaimed Richard Nottingham series, set in 18th-century Leeds.9780727887535_FC

Bringing Richard (Nottingham, Constable of Leeds) out of retirement proved interesting. I hadn’t written a book about him in over four years, although only two years have passed as Free From All Danger begins. What would he be like now? How would he have changed? How would Leeds itself have changed, since it’s essentially a character in the book? There’s very little written about Leeds in the 1730s. But it was beginning to grow bloated on wool money – at least for the merchants – and money draws people. So it would be attracting new faces, hoping to make their fortunes in many ways.

That was a starting point. People bring their ambitions, but also their hopes and dreams. For most, that comes to nothing, especially with the poor, and that tension between the poor and the comfortable, that fracture in society, has always been a hallmark of the Richard Nottingham series.

The next question was how he would cope in this place now, with fresh faces and new criminals? He’d need to rely on Rob Lister, his deputy now and sort-of son-in-law, who has current knowledge. Yet Rob was hoping to become Constable, and to see that pulled away from him, to be overtaken by a man asked out of retirement, would rankle – both professionally and at home.

At the same time, the Leeds Richard knew hadn’t vanished. Some old friends remained, both friends and foes, and they needed to be part of his story, too. There’s continuity in everything.

Those were my starting points. There was factual research, of course, but far more thinking, mostly about the relationships, which have always been a big part of this series.

And that is the genesis of this book.

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Did You Know . . . that Wordsworth wanted to hang you until you were dead?

Michael Wiley, author of the Daniel Turner mysteries and most recently Monument Road, the first in an intriguing new series featuring private investigator Franky Dast, has provided this week’s interesting fact.

9780727887436I’m split at the root. I write contemporary hardboiled mysteries set in the U.S. I also teach British Romantic poetry at the University of North Florida. In my new mystery MONUMENT ROAD, Franky Dast works as an investigator for an organization that fights to free wrongly convicted death row inmates – a story I started thinking about while reading William Wordsworth.

Did you know that Wordsworth wanted to hang you until you were dead? When he came in from tiptoeing through the daffodils and wiped the splendor-in-the-grass off his shoes, his thoughts turned to justifications for public murder.

Sure, Wordsworth wasn’t always that way. When, as a five-year-old, he stumbled upon a spot ‘where in former times a murderer had been hung in iron chains’, the experience scared the hell out of him. As a young man, he imagined springing a convict from prison and putting him in nature where he might ‘blossom again’.

After all, in his early years, he broke the law himself. As a schoolboy, he stole a boat. In his early twenties, he may even have plotted to kill King George III – the kind of crime that could have gotten him hanged and then dissected in a public exhibition.

But as he aged, his attitudes hardened and the humane spirit of his poetry sometimes floated off like a cloud o’er vales and hills. When he turned seventy, he started writing a series of ‘Sonnets Upon the Punishment of Death’ – which he could have subtitled Reasons to String Up a Man By His Neck.

He argued that if lawmakers ‘spare[d] the murderer’, they would ‘debase the general mind’.  According to his odd logic, a condemned man would ‘welcome death!’ lest ‘old temptations for ever blast’  him to hell. ‘Authority in earth,’ he said, ‘depends on Love and Fear’ – fear apparently triumphing over love.

When reading such sentiments, I find myself lonely for the young Wordsworth. I think he would sympathize with Franky Dast who, while digging into death row cases, meets men and women desperate for a life of freedom and love. For Franky and for them, such a life is the only redemption.

MONUMENT ROAD is available in hardcover now in the UK and will be published in hardcover in the USA and ebook on 1 December.

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#BookExtract – Murder in a Cornish Alehouse


“Those interested in the fashion and cultural history of the period, not to mention Cornish dialect, will find a lot to like”  Publishers Weekly 

Mistress Rosamond Jaffrey is summoned to Cornwall and finds herself embroiled in an investigation involving smugglers, piracy – and rumours of treason.

 June, 1584.  On hearing news of the sudden death of her stepfather, Sir Walter Pendennis, Rosamond Jaffrey must leave London for Cornwall to look after the interests of her young half-brother and try to mend her strained relationship with their mother. However, on arriving in Cornwall, Rosamond makes the shocking discovery that Sir Walter was in fact murdered – and reluctantly she agrees to work with an agent of the queen’s spymaster, Sir Francis Walsingham, in order to unmask the killer.  Rosamond’s investigations will lead her into a dangerous maelstrom of smuggling, piracy – and rumours of treason.


Advance. Retreat
Advance. Retreat.
Glide. Turn.
Rosamond executed the dance-like steps with graceful precision despite wearing heavy skirts held as wide as any at Queen Elizabeth’s court by the undergarment known as a wheel farthingale. Since there might be times of crisis when her movements were restricted by similar garments, she practiced while wearing them. A wise woman learned how to overcome her disadvantages.
Advance. Retreat.
Advance. Retreat.
Glide. Spin. Stab!
The dagger in right her hand slid smoothly through leather and straw before imbedding itself in the heart of the man-sized bag suspended from the ceiling of the gallery at Willow House. It struck within an inch of the spot where its twin was already lodged.
Her cry of triumph went unheard by anyone but the cat, Watling, who had been watching from a cushion on a window seat. The large gray and white striped feline stared at her with unblinking green eyes. Then, with the supreme rudeness only a cat could manage, his mouth opened wide in a yawn.

Rosamond laughed. When she had retrieved her daggers, she crossed to the window to scratch him behind his one good ear. The other was crimped, damaged in a long-ago battle for supremacy with another of his species.

Although she was accustomed to the sight, this evening it made her frown, reminding her all too strongly of the injuries that scarred Rob’s body. He’d gone off adventuring, as so many young men did, and had nearly lost his life. Now she feared he was about to do something equally foolish.

‘What is he plotting?’ she asked the cat.

Ever since she’d made the decision to go to Cornwall, Rob had been behaving strangely. He’d spent much of his time, including this last evening before their departure, at the headquarters of the Muscovy Company in London.

‘I do not mind that he has his own friends,’ she said aloud, ‘but why choose those men in particular? That the old tsar is dead does not make Muscovy a safe place for Englishmen.’

She had no desire to make a return visit to that distant land, and had thought Rob was of the same mind. Had her assumption been wrong? Was their recent happiness an illusion? Did he mean to leave her at his first opportunity and sail off to new adventures?

What made matters worse for Rosamond was that she understood the lure of exploration and discovery, the desire to see and experience new things. She was as curious about the world as her husband was, but as a woman she had far fewer opportunities to indulge that curiosity.

Abruptly, she stood and returned to her exercises. She had repeated the movements of her deadly pavane dozens of times during the past hour, honing her skill, training her muscles to obey without conscious command. Now she reached for the new lynx-lined cloak she had left draped over a chair and flung it around her shoulders. The hem was weighted. Should anyone ask, this had been done to make it hang correctly, but the reality was even more practical. As any skilled swordsman knew, a cloak could be used as a weapon.

It could also conceal one. Rosamond sheathed one of her daggers in a purpose-sewn pocket on the inside of the cloak. The other blade customarily lodged in her right boot, but it was difficult to reach her foot when she was wearing a farthingale and voluminous skirts. The process of extracting that blade from its sheath was neither smooth nor unobtrusive. Returning it was just as difficult, frustrating her to the point where she had been tempted to hack the interfering fabric to bits. Better in future to suspend the second weapon from her waist, she decided, in place of her pomander ball or feather fan, but for the nonce she kept it in her hand.

During the earlier session, she had concentrated on stabbing with precision while wearing bulky, tightly laced clothing. Now she strode to the far end of the gallery to practice throwing her knives. She lifted a portrait of the queen from the wall and set it out of the way. Behind it lay a much-scarred wood panel.

The same knives she had just used for stabbing were balanced for throwing. The boot blade in her hand flew through the air to imbed itself in the wainscoting with an audible thump. It was followed a moment later by the second knife. Rosamond’s aim was true, pleasing her, but there had been a moment’s delay before the second blade slid free of the pocket inside the cloak. Even such a brief hesitation might prove fatal if she found herself face-to-face with a deadly enemy.

Mindful of her need to increase the speed with which she could draw that dagger, she repeated the exercise and again encountered an infinitesimal check in the smooth movement of her weapon. The situation was not as dire as the struggle to reach her boot sheath had been, but the source of the problem was the same – too much fabric in her way.

Annoyed, Rosamond flung the cloak knife for the third time without her usual care. It went wildly astray, the blade nicking the edge of a picture frame before tumbling to the floor. Wincing, she swore under her breath and went to examine the dagger for damage. She was angry with herself for giving in to that burst of temper. Strong emotion of any kind gave one’s opponent the advantage. So said Master Rocco Bonetti, the finest teacher of swordplay in all of England.

Praise for the Mistress Rosamund Jaffrey series:

“This meticulously researched, cleverly plotted story has plenty of twists and wonderfully colorful characters and will appeal to all historical-mystery fans”
Booklist on Murder in a Cornish Alehouse

“This novel is as much a spy thriller as a historical mystery. The author’s detailed knowledge of the time period is evident as she interweaves historical figures with her fictional characters. An exciting final twist ties the two story lines together. Rosamond is a feisty, fiercely independent, and very likable protagonist. Recommended for fans of Emerson’s previous series as well as for readers of Fiona Buckley, Karen Harper, and Amanda Carmack.”
Library Journal on Murder in the Queen’s Wardrobe

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