Lors d'un salon du mariage dans un prestigieux hôtel londonien, Felicity Philips est dans son élément......
jusqu'à ce qu'un événement terrible se produise à son stand et que tous les regards se tournent vers elle.
Convaincue que sa rivale de toujours, Primrose Green, est derrière tout cela, Felicity sait qu'elle devra trouver des preuves avant de la pointer du doigt. Mais cela pourrait ne pas être si facile. Elle doit courtiser les meilleurs clients qui examinent les entreprises présentes au salon, sinon Primrose le fera, sans oublier le petit détail du mariage royal à prendre en compte : la réputation est primordiale.
Heureusement, elle bénéficie d'aide. Celle-ci prend la forme de sa nièce adolescente, Mindy, qui est en partie ninja, de son chat Amber, largement supérieur, et de son chien Buster, stupide mais enthousiaste. Ensemble, les quatre devront user de leur intelligence pour surprendre Primrose en flagrant délit de sabotage ignoble. Mais lorsqu'un deuxième accident terrible se produit, même Felicity commence à douter de ses hypothèses.
Quelle que soit la personne derrière ces événements, elle a plus que de simples méfaits en tête et maintenant que Felicity s'en est mêlée, elle est devenue une cible.
Organiser un mariage peut être un véritable calvaire, espérons que ce ne soit pas le sien.
Let's start this off with an invitation to get some FREE books. No, you didn't read that wrong, we are talking about multiple free books. I love giving away free books because once people delve into the fast-paced mystery thrills I write, they go on to buy lots more.
When I wrote my first novel, Paranormal Nonsense, I was a Captain in the British Army. I would love to pretend that I had one of those careers that has to be redacted and in general denied by the government and that I have had to change my name and continually move about because I am still on the watch list in several countries. In truth though, I started out as a mechanic. Not like Jason Statham, sneaking about as a contract killer, more like one of those greasy gits that charge you a fortune and keep your car for a week when all you went in for was a squeaky door hinge.
At school, I was mostly disinterested in every subject except creative writing, for which, at age ten, I won my first award. However, calling it my first award suggests that there have been more, which there have not. Accolades may come but, in the meantime, I am having a ball writing mystery stories and crime thrillers and will claim to have more than a hundred books forming an unruly queue in my head as they clamor to get out.
Now retired from the military, I live in the south-east corner of England with a pair of lazy sausage dogs. Surrounded by rolling hills, brooding castles, and vineyards, I doubt I will ever leave, the beer is just too good.