Mordecai Tremaine, former tobacconist and perennial lover of romance novels, continues to be invited to spend Xmas in the sleepy town of Sherbroome at the country retreat of 1 Benedict Grame.

Arriving on Xmas Eve, he discovers that the revelries are completely flow – but thus too are tensions between the assortment of guests.

Midnight strikes and the party-goers find that it’s not simply presents nestling beneath the tree…which dead body too. A lifeless body that bears a impressive resemblance about Murder for Christmas to Father Christmas.

Using the snow falling and the suspicions flying, it’s up to Mordecai to sniff out the culprit – and stop another person from getting murder for Christmas.

‘Kept guessing to the end, I am still left wondering why they have taken such a long time to find Francis Duncan… With some 20 criminal offense books to his credit, a relaunch seems long overdue’

Daily Mail

‘Who can resist a seasonal whodunnit? That is a bah-humbug’s ideal go through’

Lady

‘The book nods towards Agatha Christie but retains a crackling atmosphere of dread and horror that will chill the heart however warm your fireside’

Metro

‘A wonderfully cosy read and a terrific way to while away a winter’s evening’

Nudge

‘This is a golden age murder mystery that’ll certainly appeal to lovers of Agatha Christie – or anyone who enjoys a good, old-fashioned whodunit… This is a book that may be read anytime of 12 months but would definitely make perfect festive reading. They have humour, superb characterisation and a gentle tone that would sit well following the after-Queen’s Conversation nap’

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