Book Description

1,400 pages. 7 fiendishly twisty whodunnits. One sleepy little English village where there is always a mystery to be solved.Calling all armchair sleuths! Do you love a classic British mystery? Packed with enough red herrings and shifty suspects to keep you guessing until the final page? Then cozy up with a cup of tea and get ready to discover your new favourite series . . .Welcome to Folly-on-the-Weir. A picture-perfect little village in the Cotswold Hills. To feisty thirty-something Alex Duggins, the place will always feel like home. She knows its twisty lanes like the back of her hand. From the village green to the babbling brook, and back home for a pint beside the roaring fire in the Black Dog Inn, where she grew up with her landlady mum.As a headstrong teen, Alex couldn’t wait to escape to London, to make her mark as an artist. But now, peace is what she craves. A place to heal her broken heart after her messy divorce — and where better than Folly?She’s determined to get her life back on track. Pulling pints at the Black Dog ought to be a cinch, but Alex is about to get more than she bargained for . . .Out on a wintry walk in the woods, Alex stumbles across something terrible. A frosty corpse, buried deep in a drift of snow. His neck pierced by a vicious dart.Just like that, Alex finds the finger of suspicion pointing at her!Can she uncover the true killer, hiding in plain sight among her friends and neighbours, before someone silences her forever?THE VILLAGEA view of Folly from The Hill — as locals call it — is cause for a smile in any season. Let’s try December, early on a cold morning. Snow covers frozen twigs that crackle beneath your feet. The snowfall is only a fine swirl now. On a high point to the west stands ruined Tinley Tower, the folly the village was named for. Below, across the green with its frozen duck pond, honey-yellow cottages huddle. Thin smoke straggles from chimneys and lights shine through small leaded windows. Villagers wake early here. The Black Dog, Alex Duggins’ pub, sits at the heart of it all, strands of coloured lights shining along its eaves. George’s bakery van is already on its rounds, as is the Lovell’s Dairy lorry. It’s too early for the scarlet-blazered children to be climbing on the school bus, but dog walkers are already marching through the narrow streets and across the green. Idyllic. Deceptively so?Book 1: FOLLYBook 2: OUT COMES THE EVILBook 3: MELODY OF MURDERBook 4: LIES THAT BINDBook 5: WHISPER THE DEADBook 6: TRAP LANEBook 7: THE PLAYING FIELDS