A sexy cozy mystery with spies, scones and secrets.
Welcome to Sarratt. Population: 537. Suspects: All of them.
Newlyweds Luna and Alex just want a quiet life between missions. A clawfoot tub, a conservatory for morning tea, maybe a rhubarb patch. Sure, they installed bulletproof windows and a hidden bunker in the cellar—but that’s just common sense when you’re a pair of professional spies.
Now they’re blending in (mostly). She joins yoga and book club, he mows the lawn shirtless. Neither of them has technically killed anyone on village property.
Until the nosy Women’s Institute gets even nosier. Until the ex-Army pensioners start spewing out theories. Until a severed hand turns up in the hedgerow behind the church.
The domestic dream is dead—and possibly someone else, too.
A sexy spy romcom meets English village mystery: Think Mr. & Mrs. Smith in Midsomer Murders, with a side of scones and state-of-the-art surveillance.
