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A cosy mystery that takes an unlikely sleuthing pair to Mexico for the Day of the Dead, where they set out to clear a woman charged with her husband's murder. Gentle and humorous, with armchair travel, a festival setting, a second victim and a clean whodunnit.
Day of the Dead. And One Death Too Many.
Emily Monk and Uncle Cornelius are off to Mexico, but this is no package holiday.
But the pair can’t get too comfortable with the celebrations, as they befriend a local woman accused of having killed her husband. They believe that Maria is innocent, but when another person dies in the same way, clearing her name becomes a lot harder.
Can the unlikely sleuths find the real killer?
Don’t Taco ’Bout Murder is the first book in the Mexican Mysteries cosy series, for readers who love armchair travel, sleuthing duos, festival settings and clean, gentle humour. Perfect for fans of M.C. Beaton, Joanne Fluke and Cleo Coyle. This is a clean read with no bad language, on-page violence or sex.
Entirely unusual, given how shy I was (and still am), for me to be shouting anything across a playground.
But there I was, a double-sided sheet of narrow ruled paper (I've always been kind of particular about the paper I like. Back then, narrow ruled. Now, grid.) in my hand, selling stories I hadn't yet wrote.
Every line featured a different title. I'd lay on my bed the night before thinking of them all, probably singing along to Boyzone songs as I did [hey, don't judge... I see you over there like you never thought you were destined to marry a boy band singer...].
My school friends could buy a Mona original for one penny. One penny!
They'd pick the title they liked, hand over their sweaty penny, and I'd write the story for them.
And I've never grown out of writing stories.
Now, I write cozy mystery stories from my den in the Peak District, and when I'm not writing them, I'm reading them.