A Most Unusual Demise
Today I am delighted to have the blurb and a short excerpt (thanks to Love Books Group and Katherine Black) for you to whet your appetite on A Most Unusual Demise. An intriguing, humorous cosy crime book, available to buy and borrow now.
A well-read old dear has an unhealthy interest in murder in this sharp, witty and refreshingly original cozy crime novel.
Retired librarian and bookshop owner May Morrigan lives in the affluent village of Blackheath with Fletcher, her best friend since they met decades ago, and May’s two dogs. What could be more normal? But May is not your average little old lady . . .
After an unpleasant church volunteer and an annoying local butcher meet their untimely ends, Fletcher and May team up to do some sleuthing. Soon, the elderly pair start working with a young journalist to investigate the case of a missing girl and its possible link to previous unsolved crimes. May finds this new project quite intriguing. She’s never met a murderer before—and now she just may get the chance, if they play their cards right . . .
Bundled up against the cold, May Morrigan stepped out onto Blackheath. The wind whipped
across the open space, ruffling her cap of white hair. She took a deep, cleansing breath. The
day was beautiful, frosty but bright. Once out on the heath, she raised her face to the blue
sky and allowed the gusts to blow away the cobwebs. She imagined them unspooling behind
her in long, silvery threads. With one arm hooked through the handle of her trusty Kelly
handbag, she set off towards the bookshop.
May had spent most of her life in Blackheath. As she crossed the heath and entered the
village, she nodded hello to familiar faces. A teacher from St Julian’s primary school stopped
to ask if May would be donating to the book drive again. Yes, of course she would. Jean
Drysdale was walking her dog, Tarquin. She waved and thanked May for the flowers sent to
Jean’s daughter, who had just had her first baby. Always a pleasure.
Betty Danvers, coming out of the bakery, asked if May would be at the church’s Epiphany
planning meeting that afternoon. As the two women paused to chat, Harriet Nibley pushed
past them in a huff, causing May to grasp the door frame for support. A spasm of sciatic pain
shot from hip to ankle. She turned to watch Harriet stalk up to the counter.
Yes, May would be at the meeting.
The bookshop was in darkness when she arrived, though it was a quarter past the official
opening. She wasn’t surprised. It was only the second day of January, and Bastian was
probably still recovering from New Year’s Eve. She collected the newspapers waiting on the
step, rummaged through her bag for the keys and opened the door. The bell overhead
jingled out her arrival.