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Emily and Uncle C are coming to the end of their time in Mexico, but there's no time to relax.
Just as they think they're going to have a day by the pool, an unwelcome face from the past returns, in need of help.
Someone has been murdered, but the person asking this amateur sleuth duo to help isn't telling them everything.
Emily and Uncle C find themselves thrown into another murder mystery, where everyone seems to have a secret.
Can they solve the murder, and connect Emily with her biological father, or has their luck ran out?
This is the third book in the Mexican Mysteries trilogy, and it is a cozy mystery clean read that is free from swearing, sex and on page violence.
Just as they think they're going to have a day by the pool, an unwelcome face from the past returns, in need of help.
Someone has been murdered, but the person asking this amateur sleuth duo to help isn't telling them everything.
Emily and Uncle C find themselves thrown into another murder mystery, where everyone seems to have a secret.
Can they solve the murder, and connect Emily with her biological father, or has their luck ran out?
This is the third book in the Mexican Mysteries trilogy, and it is a cozy mystery clean read that is free from swearing, sex and on page violence.
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: 9781036714376
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
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.
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.