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Today I’m excited to share with you the cover reveal of
‘Meddling With Murder’ by Ellie Campbell. This is a cozy mystery novel and will
be published on April 9th. Find out more about this book and participate in the
awesome giveaway.
The Book:
Cathy O’Farrell, with ex-cleaner Pimple, is failing badly. Hardly surprising
when their only clients are little old ladies seeking lost pets. Until the
strange case of the missing dog…
possible murder weapon, the sabotage of her friends’ new shop, drug-dealing
yobbos targeting her children’s primary school and being forced to pose as the
world’s most inept maths tutor. Worse, best friend Rosa hires her to
investigate fiancé Alec and – horrors – Cathy’s husband Declan is intent on
moving himself, Cathy and kids to the safer climes of rural Norfolk. Suddenly
Cathy is endangering her marriage, friendships and her life to untangle
these messes. But that’s what you get for meddling with murder…
‘Meddling With Murder’ can be pre-ordered here or on Amazon.
Excerpt:
it. For a second I think it might snap but then my foot slips and we part
company anyway. Bark scrapes another layer off my grazed skin and to my horror
I find myself tipping backwards, falling, falling…
squeal, Henrietta’s twins shriek in unison and I hear son Josh call out
‘Mummeeee!’ when as much by luck as design my left arm catches a forked limb
long enough for me to grasp it and come to a bone-jolting, shoulder-wrenching
stop. Sweat drips down my body, my knees shake uncontrollably and something’s
poking between my ribs like a sharpened spear, causing an actual hole through
clothes into flesh.
cling there like my life depends on it. Which, for the record, it does.
time. She’d wanted to climb up here but I’d told her it was too dangerous. When
will I listen to my own advice?
sweetheart. Perfectly safe.’ How long since I last clambered up a tree? Me, an
overweight, unfit middle-aged, mother-of-two in not so skinny jeans. And what
did I promise my family – that I’d avoid potentially risky situations? That any
cases I took on would absolutely not involve capturing murderers or exposing
criminals? Not that our patch of North London known as Crouch End is inundated
with killings, just that I’ve somehow succeeded in entangling myself with two
in the last eighteen months. And now the simplest of mundane jobs has turned an
everyday school drop-off into what could possibly be my final farewell.
younger brother’s arm, their long-standing feud forgotten as they contemplate
their mother’s plight. Lauren, Henrietta’s eldest by two seconds, is hopping
from foot to foot, pale with anxiety while her sister’s nervously studying her
watch. I wonder what’s upsetting them most – the thought of Aunty Cathy’s
untimely demise or being late for class. Yet again.
cat stares down with baleful yellow eyes. I hold out a coaxing hand. ‘Here,
Fluffy. C’mon, kitty. Pishhh whishh.’
stalking further out, balancing on a twig, with the arrogant grace of a
tightrope walker. Oh how I wish I’d ignored him when I saw that distinctive
white-tipped tail swagger across the zebra crossing. But I’d spent weeks
scouring backyards, crawling on hands and knees, peeking under parked cars,
over hedges, listening to sweet old Mrs Thompson choke back sobs as I admitted
failure.
when my mobile rings. I wedge my bum into a crevice between branch and tree,
tighten my hold and, with a few contortions worthy of the great Houdini,
extract my phone from my pocket to peer at the screen.
sounding. She drops to a muted whisper so low I have to crane to hear. ‘The
HP…um…WS…um…thingy?’
ten thousand pounds, which was kind of hot, but gone cold. Semi-illegal – not
to be returned. Brilliant timing as my husband, Declan, had recently
re-evaluated what he wanted from life: Rhode Island Reds and a less pressurised
career, I’d been suspended from work and my house cleaner, Pimple, was tired of
domestic duties. I was thinking maybe it’s time I should do some
soul-searching. So we, as in Pimple and myself, decided to start up a business.
encourage conversation. ‘The H.P.W.W.O.C.S. Helping People Who Would Otherwise
Commit Suicide. Or even H.P.W.M.O.C.S. – People Who Might Otherwise…but we’re
called Crouch End Confidential now.’ Impromptu market research among friends
had ended up with tongue-tied repetitions and lots of ‘You whats?’
after all, how can one predict who’ll kill themselves? Some people threaten it
with no intention of going through with it and others, not a word and then boom
– lives are devastated. Then there’s those who talk about it all the time and
no one gives a hoot because they’re labelled attention-seekers and before you
can say boom again – they carry out what they’d always said they’d carry out.
uh difficult problems, like er…’
Fluffy. ‘Yes, we do a fair amount of those.’ Far more than intended. ‘What kind
do you have?’
it’s the cat, but it’s clearly a siren, volume increasing as it draws closer.
Exceptionally loud now. Anyone would think it—
woman’s voice. Or perhaps she’s merely anxious to be heard over the noise.
lean forward. A huge red vehicle’s speeding this way, lights blazing.
must be nearby. They’re slowing down. They’re—’
in the strobe lighting, finger pointing in my direction.
siren abruptly cuts out. I turn away from the cluster of grinning helmeted and
booted firemen assembling at the foot of the tree as someone cranks up the
ladder. Fluffy takes one look, turns tail and bolts down the other side. I
modulate my voice to more professional tones. Perhaps I’d better ring you back
I’m about to suggest politely, but too late. She’s gone.
About the Author:
Lorraine Campbell, who write together from their respective homes in Surrey,
England (Pam) and Colorado, USA (Lorraine). After years of selling short
stories independently, they began their Ellie Campbell collaboration with a
first novel, How To Survive Your Sisters, followed by When Good Friends Go Bad,
Looking For La La, To Catch A Creeper and Million Dollar Question. They write
contemporary women’s fiction laced with humour, romance, and mystery. ‘Meddling
With Murder’ is their 6th novel and follows Looking For La La and To Catch A
Creeper in the funny, cozy ‘Crouch End Confidential’ mystery series.
Giveaway:
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Maureen is a mom, wife, nurse, and Ravenclaw living in the Netherlands. She spends her days juggling mom-life, reading, blogging, planning date nights with her husband and working as a nurse. Maureen also is a big Anglophile, loves cooking, Gilmore Girls, Bridgerton and Harry Potter.. Always! Facebook | Instagram
Thanks for sharing, Maureen 🙂
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Thanks, Maureen. Much appreciated:)
You're welcome 😉