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December 1899. After the death of her beloved grandmother, Cleopatra Fox moves into the luxury hotel owned by her estranged uncle in the hopes of putting hardship and loneliness behind her. But the poisoning of a guest on Christmas eve throws her new life, and the hotel, into chaos. Cleo quickly realizes no one can be trusted, not Scotland Yard and especially not the hotel’s charming assistant manager.

A wealthy businessman with a reputation for taking risks rose from the slums to the height of success. But success comes at a price, especially when it’s achieved at the expense of others.

With the social season just around the corner, the women in Cleo’s family are having new outfits made by the most sought-after designer in the city. Madame Poitiers is bold, self-absorbed, and not French, despite her claims. When Cleo stumbles on her dead body in the salon, she is in a unique position to gather clues and speak to witnesses. But she doesn’t expect to find Harry Armitage’s business card in Madame’s possession. What is the alluring private detective’s connection to the victim? And why is he avoiding Cleo?

When Harry Armitage passes an investigation to Cleo involving adultery, they both think it will end in divorce. But when the client’s wife is found stabbed in her drawing room, it becomes clear that marital problems are only part of the story. As they peel back the lies and expose the sordid details of a marriage in tatters, they see firsthand how gossip and politics fuel the machinations of high society.

Despite his usual clientele of gamers, Ben is barely earning enough to keep the store running and stay on top of his father's medical bills. Then a local toy and game collector named Clive offers him a winning strategy—to purchase a turn-of-the-twentieth-century edition of The Landlord's Game, the realty and taxation game that inspired Monopoly, at a tenth of the rare edition's true value. Suspicious of Clive's shady, low-priced deal, Ben turns the offer down.

Dan's cats are acting weird. One has grown into a strength powerhouse, the other wants to communicate... verbally. And now other kitties have begun to go missing from his quiet suburban street. Could the man in the parka that haunts a nearby industrial estate have answers? Or perhaps it's something to do with the strange disappearing woman in the woods? Can our hero figure out the conspiracy before it turns into a catastrophe?

'Quirky and colourful' Times Crime Club 'An absolute delight' L C Tyler 'This intriguing but charming murder mystery is packed with psychological depth and wonderfully-drawn characters' Eleanor Ray 'A cast of colourful characters decorate this cosy Siberian crime' The Sun Winter has come early...

'Quirky and colourful' Times Crime Club 'An absolute delight' L C Tyler 'This intriguing but charming murder mystery is packed with psychological depth and wonderfully-drawn characters' Eleanor Ray Welcome to Roslazny - a sleepy Russian town where intrigue and murder combine to disturb the icy...

Arly Hanks has caught all sorts of killers since she returned home to Maggody, Arkansas, population 759, but she's never tangled with anyone as devious as the local youth group. While chaperoning a trip to Camp Pearly Gates, Arly watches the kids as closely as she would any hardened criminal, but when teenagers have a mind to get into trouble, there's nothing a police chief can do but limit the damage. She's just about got the situation under control when one of the kids finds a body, and all hell breaks loose in classic Maggody manner.

Bienvenue à Roslazny, un petit village assoupi de Sibérie, enseveli sous la neige, engourdi par le froid.​ Olga Pushkinest la garde-barrière du village. C'est elle, notamment, qui veille au bon déroulement du passage du majestueux Transsibérien, depuis la petite maison où elle vit seule avec son hérisson et son amour de la littérature. Car la littérature, c'est la grande affaire de la vie d'Olga ; et son rêve, c'est de rejoindre l'université de Tomsk - l'Oxford sibérien - et de quitter Roslazny où jamais rien ne se passe...