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PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - When the roses are at their peak, so are the secrets.Lady Charlotte Wrenwood came back to Thornwick-on-Avon for one quiet week - old friendships, a column to write, and the annual Rose Festival in full bloom. She did not come back for a body beneath the rose arch.But that is precisely what she finds on the second morning of the festival: Reginald Fenn, four-time Golden Rose Cup champion and the village's most charming nuisance, dead in the walled garden of Thornwick Hall. The local Inspector is thorough, methodical, and entirely focused on the wrong suspect - Charlotte's dearest friend, Violet Ashby, who had the misfortune of losing her temper in public the night before.Charlotte knows Violet. She knows the sound of her fury and the shape of her loyalty, and she knows with absolute certainty that Violet did not do this.What she doesn't know yet is who did - or just how long they have been planning it.With her notebook in hand, her remarkable cat Ptolemy reading character rather more accurately than any detective she's ever met, and a quietly attentive village doctor who has a gift for making tea and asking the right questions, Charlotte sets out to untangle a web of old rivalries, buried accounts, and the particular cruelty of a charming man who knew exactly how to trap the people around him.The clues are everywhere, if you know how to look: in a missing flask, a bundle of dried foxglove, a herbalist's appointment book, and the careful testimony of a groundskeeper who saw something he'd rather not have seen.In a village where everyone knows everyone - and everyone knew Reginald - the truth is tangled up with twenty years of grudges, a long-running blackmail arrangement, and one woman who had simply, quietly, run out of options.The roses are beautiful this year. But beauty in Thornwick has always had thorns.If you love witty, warm-hearted historical cozy mysteries featuring a sharp-eyed heroine, a community that feels like home, and a fair-play mystery filled with twists and clues, pour yourself a cup of tea, find your favorite chair, and meet Lady Charlotte Wrenwood.Murder at the Rose Festival is Book 10 in the Lady Charlotte Wrenwood Murder Mystery series and follows another investigation in Charlotte's ongoing adventures.Grab your copy today and spend a week in Thornwick - the roses will keep, and the mystery won't wait.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - The coffee was fresh. The manor was glittering. And lord Ashworth Pendleton was, inconveniently, dead.December 30th, 1924. Lady Charlotte Wrenwood arrives at Harrowfield Manor - a grand Jacobean estate on the snow-blanketed Yorkshire moors - expecting nothing more demanding than good food, an excellent library, and dancing with people who've had enough freshly brewed coffee to forget she runs a bookshop for a living. She brings one travelling trunk, one notebook, and Ptolemy, her magnificently opinionated Persian cat, who takes one look at the assembled guests and immediately begins forming his verdicts.By midnight, Charlotte has found a body in the east wing conservatory, a Scotland Yard inspector has arrived with a slightly wrong tie and considerably sharp instincts, and the roads have been sealed by the worst snowstorm in a decade.Someone at this glittering party put cyanide in a man's coffee. And now they're all snowed in together.The suspects are charming, the secrets are layered, and the clues are buried - in a missing bag clasp, a thread of ivory satin caught on a velvet drape, and a thirty-year-old doctor's ledger that someone has been killing to protect. Charlotte has forty-eight hours, a houseful of people with things to hide, and the growing conviction that the most composed woman in the room is also the most dangerous one.She's been here before. She knows how it ends. What she doesn't know - yet - is what it costs.If you love clever plotting, warm wit, and mysteries where the sleuth is smarter than everyone in the room but still takes time for very good gingerbread, this is your next obsession.Murder at the Winter Ball is the second book in the Lady Charlotte Wrenwood Murder Mystery series - a full-length 1920s historical cozy featuring: - A sharp, independent female amateur sleuth with an antiquarian bookshop and excellent taste- A slow-burn romance that behaves itself beautifully- A fair-play whodunit with a logical, satisfying solution - all the clues are there if you're paying attention- One Persian cat of impeccable judgement- A mystery that unfolds over two snowbound days in the grandest house on the Yorkshire moorsCan be read as a standalone, but you'll want Book 1 afterward.Curl up, pour the coffee, and tell your evening plans to wait.Scroll up and Get Your Copy to begin.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - The roses were at their most beautiful the night someone used them as a last view.The Wrenwood Summer Bloom Exhibition is the social event of the year - twenty guests, cordial in crystal glasses, and the estate's formal garden at its absolute peak. For Lady Charlotte Wrenwood, curator of the beloved Wrenwood Cottage Herbarium, it should have been a perfect evening. It nearly was.But when her mentor and dear friend Edith Hartwell - the formidable, meticulous, irreplaceable head of the Wrenwood Horticultural Society - is found on the garden bench by the fountain the following dawn, Charlotte knows two things immediately. Edith had been poisoned. And the compound used came from Charlotte's own Herbarium.With a garden full of suspects, a Detective Inspector who'd strongly prefer she arrange flowers rather than ask questions, and her tabby cat Ptolemy turning his amber gaze on everyone who enters the Herbarium, Charlotte must work through jealousies, stolen botanical research, hidden financial dealings, and thirty years of buried trust to find out who turned the most beautiful evening on the calendar into someone's last night.The suspects are all people she knows. The clues are all in plain sight. And the killer is someone she never once thought to look at - until now.In a world of beautiful gardens and complicated roots, the most dangerous secrets are the ones that grow in the dark.Murder at Wrenwood Garden is a warm, witty, and satisfying cozy mystery for readers who love clever amateur sleuths, English village charm, botanical detail, and a slow-burn romance that is - finally - beginning to bloom.If you love cozy mysteries with heart, community, and a cat who knows more than he lets on, Charlotte's garden is waiting. Come in.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - A golden English autumn. A legendary rose garden. A locked room, a body, and a killer still seated at dinner.Lady Charlotte Wrenwood arrives at Rosemere Manor expecting nothing more than a quiet weekend sketching heritage roses for her botanical column. What she finds instead is a houseful of uneasy guests, a host who vanishes to his locked study before the soup course is cleared - and, the following morning, a dead man in a sealed room with no visible way in and a small brass key on the floor that nobody else seems to have noticed.The local doctor calls it heart failure. Constable Tibbs calls it straightforward. Charlotte calls it wrong.With her sharp botanical eye, her instinct for the things people don't say, and her ginger tom Ptolemy as her decidedly opinionated companion, Charlotte begins to pull at the threads - the suspicious solicitor who arrived a day early, the fiancée nobody knew existed, the housemaid who knows too much about a house she has only worked in for eight months. Each thread leads somewhere. Not all of them lead where Charlotte expects.Because the most elegant crime is not the one committed in anger. It is the one planned four months in advance, with patience and precision and a medieval manuscript that the victim loved most. The one designed to look, when it was over, exactly like nature taking its course.Set against the autumnal splendour of the Wiltshire countryside - seed cake in the kitchen, rosehip jelly on the range, log fires and damp wool and the last roses of the season holding on against the October cold - Death at Rosemere Manor is a fair-play mystery with every clue on the page, a slow-burn romance that earns its warmth, and a resolution that clicks into place with the satisfying precision of a well-made lock.For fans of charming historical cozy mysteries filled with witty sleuths, aristocratic intrigue, and clever whodunits.A delightful 1920s cozy mystery packed with twists, secrets, and a satisfying ending.Scroll up and grab your copy today - Charlotte and Ptolemy are waiting.…