This Christmas mystery has all of the elements a cozy should have. It is a very cute book that leaves you wanting to read more about the characters. If you read a cozy expecting it to not be fluffy, you are reading the wrong genre! It is meant to be fluffy and cozy and not deep. People who critic...
Cecily Sinclair Baxter loves celebrating Christmas at the Pennyfoot except for one thing - the Christmas Curse that seems to happen each year. She's hoping this Christmas will finally be murder free but her hopes are quickly dashed when the body of a former employee is found in the duck pond. The...
When a German pilot escapes into the nearby woods, locals are in a panic. But Lady Elizabeth Hartleigh Compton believes the pilot is a harmless young boy -- until a local girl is found murdered.
A new Manor House mystery. In World War II England, murder rings a bell-when manor house keeper Elizabeth Compton discovers something quite alarming in the church tower: the body of an American G.I., hanging from a bell rope.
Beginning a new series set in a seaside hotel in Edwardian England, Room with a Clue shows that murder never needs a reservation at the Pennyfoot Hotel. Owner Cecily Sinclair runs a smooth hotel, but the death of an offensive snob could kill her business.
MEET ELIZABETH HARTLEIGH COMPTON. SHE'S THE HOUSE-RICH, MONEY-POOR KEEPER OF THE MANOR--AND KEEPER OF THE PEACE... In WWII England, the quiet village of Sitting Marsh is faced with food rations and fear for loved ones. But Elizabeth Hartleigh Compton, lady of the Manor House, stubbornly insists t...
Lady Elizabeth has turned the Manor House lawn into victory garden plots for the villagers. But an uninvited guest-in the form of a corpse-wilts the festivities...
In WWII England, the quiet village of Sitting Marsh is faced with food rations and fear for loved ones. Elizabeth Hartleigh Compton, lady of the Manor House and respected guardian of the village, knows she shouldn't be entertaining impure thoughts about Major Earl Monroe - especially with resentm...
Cecily Sinclair Baxter can't resist the chance for a Christmas reunion at the beloved Pennyfoot Hotel. But when a housemaid goes missing, soon followed by one of London's most renowned barristers, she realizes that she may be on holiday, but death isn't.
Sitting Marsh, a World War II town threatened by invasion, is overdue for a celebration. But when a stranger appears at a wedding--and is stabbed--sleuth Lady Elizabeth is on the case, and there's no shortage of suspects.
The first book in the fabulous Manor House Mystery Series by Kate Kingsbury, the bestselling author of the Pennyfoot Hotel Mysteries! Enthralling mystery, lots of laughter and a little bit of romance – that’s village life in wartime England…. Left with only a muddle-headed butler, a bossy coo...
Amateur sleuth Cecily Sinclair's job as owner of the Pennyfoot Hotel takes a bizarre turn when three of the hotel maids turn up dead, each missing a single shoe, and Cecily sets out to uncover the truth about the crimes, in a mystery set in Edwardian England.
During a funeral service for Dr. McDuff, mourners find the body of a murdered stranger in the casket, and Cecily Sinclair, owner of the Pennyfoot Hotel, sets out to assist the police in their investigations.
Much to her relief, only three customers remained in the grocer's shop when she arrived there. Unfortunately, one of them happened to be Rita Crumm. Percy greeted Elizabeth when she walked in, then went back to stacking cans of soup on the shelves. Flanked by two of her regular cronies, Marge and...
What?” The colonel strode along the narrow hallway in front of Baxter, his calves encased in bright yellow and green argyle socks below his tweed knickers. “By George, I do relish a hunt. Though I do prefer larger game, of course. Not much to brag about when bagging a bird, is there, what?” Baxte...
Is something troubling you?" Felicity Cross pulled a hairpin from her auburn hair and stuck it back into the tight coil at the nape of her neck. "You haven't said a word about rehearsals, and the choral recital is only a week away." Meredith Llewellyn finished her row of purl stitches and laid th...
Although weak sun rays peeked through the clouds, a sharp frost overnight had left patches of ice on the ground, and the housemaid deplored the feel of chilly, wet wool flapping around her ankles. She’d been looking forward to this moment all morning. Samuel would be waiti...
"We arrive back at the Pennyfoot after a two-year absence and in less than a week we have two deaths on our hands." "Three, if you count Barry Wrotham." Cecily seated herself on her favorite chair and watched her husband take his usual place behind his desk. "Well, Wrotham's death happened before...
Anywhere. What compounded it was to confront that lady in the normally peaceful confines of Bessie's bake shop. Elizabeth had attended a committee meeting of the town council that morning, to discuss the summer garden fête at the vicarage. An annual event, it was the subject of a great deal of an...
Cecily said impatiently. “What is it?” “It appears to be a trapdoor. There are steps leading down….” He lifted a puzzled face to look at her. “It would seem that they lead to the tunnel.” “The tunnel? That’s impossible.” She moved closer so that she could look down into the square hole. The light...
She'd walked up from the village, and her hands and feet were so cold they were numb. She was beginning to think it was a big mistake to come up to the manor to get names on her list for the petition. When she'd first thought of it, she'd been excited about the brilliant idea. She, Marge Gunther,...
At first the young nurse on duty was reluctant to tell them where to find Polly, but upon learning Elizabeth's identity, she became far more accommodating. "Polly's been worried about her job, your ladyship," the nurse explained, after giving Elizabeth the number of her room. "She was going on an...
Meredith felt quite sorry for poor Reggie, who struggled valiantly to haul a large trunk and several valises up the stairs to the new teacher's chamber. Miss Montrose appeared younger and decidedly more comely than Meredith had envisioned—a fact that rather irritated her, though she couldn't imag...
When he continued, his voice betrayed his deep sorrow. "Beryl Pierce was discovered on the beach early this morning. She was deceased and presumed to have drowned. Please accept my sincere condolences." Winnie's knees buckled, and Elizabeth caught hold of the distraught woman's arm. "Help me, Geo...
Mrs. Chubb shook her finger in Gertie’s face. “Why, it snowed last night, remember? Little mites like that don’t have the lungs to breathe in that cold air. It could kill them both, it could.” Gertie wiped her hands dry on a kitchen towel and stared defiantly at the housekeeper. “Dr. Prestwick sa...
It gave her the opportunity to dress up in the manner befitting her background, and as the mother of the vicar, she enjoyed a certain amount of deference from the local inhabitants of Badgers End.This particular afternoon the climate was most pleasant, not too cold, yet cool enough to wear the mi...
Here the motorcars invaded the streets in far greater numbers than in the villages. It made navigation in a horse-drawn trap a hazardous experience, not only from the aspect of maneuvering past the bulky machines, but also the sudden bangs and pops that erupted from them could startle a frisky ma...