About the Book:
American Eve Holdsworth is living her quintessential English dream in a picturesque village in the countryside. Meeting an attractive stranger adds to the appeal.
But Ben Dryden is a pariah in Eve’s new neighbourhood, since his wife was murdered five years ago, and he was the only suspect.
Eve, who is absolutely sure someone as charming as Ben could never be a killer, is
determined to solve the case and clear Ben’s name, even if it’s against his will.
Soon enough Eve finds herself in deep waters, and with her life at stake, she can only pray that her romantic notions won’t be the end of her …
About the Author:
Carmen Radtke has spent most of her life with ink on her fingers and a dangerously high pile of books and newspapers by her side.
She has worked as a newspaper reporter on two continents and always dreamt of becoming a novelist and screenwriter.
When she found herself crouched under her dining table, typing away on a novel between two earthquakes in Christchurch, New Zealand, she realised she was hooked for life.
She has worked as a newspaper reporter on two
When Carmen is not writing cozy mysteries, reading or dreaming of travel, she is busy acting as resident cat servant or tap-dancing (badly, but enthusiastic).
She is currently working on her next Jack and Frances mystery.
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A can of self-defence spray rested in Eve’s right coat pocket, her hand sweaty around it. “This is stupid,” she told herself. Traipsing straight into the lion’s den, although she’d left a note in the cottage, explaining where she was headed. It would help with inquiries should her lifeless body be found in the undergrowth.
Her foot caught on a tree root. For a second, she lost her balance. Eve swore softly under her breath. It served her right for not paying attention to her surroundings and getting silly ideas. There would be no inquiries because nothing bad would happen to her. All she did was take a healthy stroll to check on a bird of prey. There might be a nest somewhere, with eggs, and perhaps a mate for the little owl.
Even if Ben were guilty, he’d gone for five years without another murderous incident, and he surely must have been tempted, if the locals were anything like the people she’d grown up with in half a dozen states all over America.
Eve pulled her hand out of the pocket and wiped her brow. The sunshine packed considerable heat in sheltered places. Nerves had nothing to do with her sweating.