Published: 'Dancing With Dusty Fossils'
My 10th book - Dancing With Dusty Fossils - is now available to buy on Amazon!
If my American readers have any spare time over the Thanksgiving Holiday, I'd cheekily like to suggest that this is the perfect read! Either way, I hope all of you have a lovely time with your family and friends during Thanksgiving.
I loved writing and researching for this novel and I honestly think it is one of the best mysteries I have ever written. The research itself threw up some surprising discoveries (I'll tell you more about that in later newsletters) and the writing process was a dream.
After ten books, I've now decided I'd make a good circus juggler if I ever wanted to change career. There are three mysteries at the heart of Dusty Fossils and In the past I've tied myself in knots juggling multiple storylines. It's getting easier now.
But as ever, my reader, YOU are the most important judge of a book's success...it's over to you now.
And if you do like Dusty Fossils, please remember to leave me a review on Amazon.
York, England: June 1940
While Jemma continues to search for her missing husband, the citizens of historic York are shocked by a series of vicious crimes at the city’s two museums.
A bungled break-in at the Yorkshire Museum is quickly followed by the brutal murder of Lance Richards, a sub-curator at the neighbouring Castle Museum.
The main suspect is Anthony Gill, a quiet and unprepossessing clerk. But Gill doesn’t have an alibi and is uncooperative with the police. His desperate lawyer hires Jemma and Bobbie from Smoke & Cracked Mirrors to prove his innocence.
Meanwhile, the two women are led a merry dance by Jodie, a famous and spirited actress, whose aristocrat husband wants evidence for a divorce.
As the nation waits nervously to hear the fate of their sons and brothers trapped at Dunkirk, a twisting series of events whisk Jemma and Bobbie through the glamourous world of the starlet, down corridors of dusty fossils and into terrifying danger.
Vengeful passions and a dark crime lie beneath the civilised veneer of those elders who preserve our history.
But if Anthony Gill didn’t murder Lance Richards, who did – and why?