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Here Today, Gone Tomato! 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 the...
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  • 09 March 2027
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Here Today, Gone Tomato!
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 are joined at the chef's table by the stars of hit series, Keeping Up With The Cunninghams. 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 that the family do, and it's easy to imagine that her and her three daughters have everything - wealth, beauty and fame.
But all that glitters is not gold, and cracks are evident in this wedding party even before one of the family is found dead.
Volunteered into the festivities, can Emily and Uncle C find the killer?
This is the second book in an exciting new cozy mystery series by popular author Mona Marple. This is a clean read with no bad language, on-page violence or sex.
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Price: $19.99
Pages: 300
Publisher: Vinci Books Ltd
Imprint: Vinci Books Ltd
Series: Mexican Mysteries Cozy Mystery
Publication Date: 09 March 2027
Trim Size: 7.80 X 5.10 in
ISBN: 9781036714369
Format: Paperback
BISACs: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / General, FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Amateur Sleuth, FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Cozy / Holidays & Vacation, FICTION / Crime, FICTION / Holidays, Crime and mystery: private investigator / amateur detectives, Crime and mystery: cosy mystery
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ONE PENNY A STORY, I called across the playground.
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.