'Every new Agatha Raisin escapade is a total joy' ASHLEY JENSEN
'No wonder she's been crowned Queen of Cosy Crime' MAIL ON SUNDAY
Agatha and her assistant, Toni, are driving to their friend Bill Wong's wedding, thinking of nothing more than what the beautiful bride will be wearing when a terrified young man comes running down the country lane towards them wearing. . . nothing at all.
The encounter leads them to become embroiled with a naturist group, a disappearing corpse, fantasy games, witchcraft, an ice cream empire, intrigue and murder. In the meantime, Agatha's hectic life swirls along at dizzying pace, her private detective agency as busy as ever and her private affairs in turmoil - old loves to contend with and a new suitor on the scene.
Then she finds herself in deadly danger when she begins to close in on a suspected murderer and the sinister nature of the ice cream business leads her to a chilling conclusion.
'A Beaton novel is like The Archers on speed' DAILY MAIL
'The detective novels of M C Beaton have reached cult status' THE TIMES
Praise for M. C. Beaton's Agatha Raisin mysteries:
'Irresistible, unputdownable, a joy' Anne Robinson
'Full of perfectly pitched interest, intrigue, and charm' Lee Child
'Agatha is like Miss Marple with a drinking problem, a pack-a-day habit and major man lust. In fact, I think she could be living my dream life' Entertainment Weekly
'M. C. Beaton's imperfect heroine is an absolute gem' Publishers Weekly
'[Agatha] is a glorious cross between Miss Marple, Auntie Mame, and Lucille Ball . . . She's wonderful' St. Petersburg Times
'Few things in life are more satisfying than to discover a brand-new Agatha Raisin mystery' Tampa Tribune-Times
'Beaton has a winner in the irrepressible, romance-hungry Agatha' Chicago Sun-Times
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Hamish Macbeth series set in the Scottish highlands
All Hamish Macbeth ever really wants is a quiet life in the peaceful surroundings of his home in the Highland village of Lochdubh. Unfortunately for him, the time he would normally find most relaxing, after the tourists have gone and before the winter sets in, turns out to be far from peaceful.
The new love in his life, Claire, is keen for them to take a holiday and Hamish is mulling over the idea when his newly-assigned constable arrives, presenting Hamish with both a surprise and a secret. Getting to the bottom of the secret becomes the least of Hamish's problems when, at the opening of the revamped village pub, he meets a family who have a score to settle with a sinister man who has mysteriously gone missing. Discovering a murdered woman's body puts further pressure on Hamish, especially when it becomes clear that the murdered woman and the missing man were linked, although their true identities become yet another mystery.
To Hamish's horror, he then finds himself working on the murder case with the despicable Detective Chief Inspector Blair, his sworn enemy, who has been drafted in under curious circumstances. With a growing list of suspects, ever more bewildering circumstances and Blair hindering him at every turn, Hamish must find the murderer before anyone else falls victim.
Never has a quiet life seemed further from his grasp!
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Praise for the Hamish Macbeth series . . .
'It's always a treat to return to Lochdubh' New York Times
'Unmissable!' Peterborough Telegraph
'First rate ... deft social comedy and wonderfully realized atmosphere' Booklist
'Beaton catches the beauty of the area's natural geography and succinctly describes its distinct flavour' Library Journal
'Befuddled, earnest and utterly endearing, Hamish makes his triumphs sweetly satisfying' Publishers Weekly
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