A Charming Cozy Christmas Mystery with a Ghostly Twist
The cat has the day-book. The ghost keeps to the philosophy shelves. The body came out from under a Christmas tree twenty-five years ago, round the corner.
A boy of twenty-two carries a box into a Bloomsbury bookshop and asks Cleo Marchmont how big a mistake he has made.
He has bought a retiring dealer’s back room with everything he ever saved.
Eleven books, each priced in pencil. Eleven prices rubbed out. Nothing written back in.
At the bottom, in holly paper, is a Christmas Carol of 1843, never opened.
Desmond Tunstall gave one book away each Christmas and chose the person it would wound.
The inquest said his own lights killed him.
A collector who wanted it all her life. A woman the trade decided was a thief. A young man at the coats nobody could describe.
Nobody keeps a book that long for the pleasure of owning it.
Murder at the Christmas Party is a Christmas novella in the Bloomsbury Bookshop Mysteries and can be read first. For readers of Lucy Connelly, Verity Bright, and Jackie Baldwin.
