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A light, laugh-out-loud cosy mystery about a reality-TV wedding in Mexico, a glamorous family whose cracks show the moment the cameras stop rolling, and an amateur sleuth duo who ask the questions nobody on set wants answered. A clean, humorous destination whodunit.
A Reality-TV Wedding. A Chef's Table Full of Suspects.
Emily Monk and Uncle Cornelius are still in Mexico, but this is no regular holiday.
The quirky pair find themselves up close and personal with reality TV royalty when they join the stars of hit series Keeping Up With The Cunninghams at the chef's table. The stylish family are in Mexico to film their season finale, which also happens to be daughter Hattie's wedding.
On screen, family matriarch Lulu oversees everything the family do, and it's easy to imagine that she and her three daughters have everything: wealth, beauty and fame. But all that glitters isn't gold, and cracks are showing in this wedding party even before one of the family is found dead.
Volunteered into the festivities, Emily and Uncle C must work out which Cunningham smile is hiding a killer.
Here Today Gone Tomato is the second book in the Mexican Mysteries cosy mystery trilogy, for readers who love amateur sleuth duos, destination mysteries, reality-TV satire and clean, feel-good whodunits. Perfect for fans of M.C. Beaton, Joanne Fluke and Cleo Coyle.
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.