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Author Confession: Why I love this book
If, like me, you cut your mystery teeth on Agatha Christie, then you should like A PURSE TO DIE FOR. I LOVE a mystery where the plot is amazing, and by that I mean, you can't guess the killer until the very end. Here's what people have said about A PURSE TO DIE FOR:
“You'll be certain you know the killer. Twice. But you'll be wrong"
"If Christie wore Armani and Louboutins..."
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Author Confession: Why I love this book
So many people have called this series "Game of Thrones Lite"
Yes, I write comedies. But for the third book in the Land's End series, I wanted to give readers an unexpected 'Game of Thrones' ending. Don't worry - your favourite characters won't disappear. And guess what: there may be a 4th book of the trilogy! The last page hints to it...
He was
her enemy and her lover…
When Rowena cast a spell to move time, not even she
could imagine the
true cost. Now, that
price must be
paid. War has come to
Land’s End, and
even Rowena can’t avoid it. With it, rides the one man who
threatens to conquer
everything in Huel, including her own heart.
Now she has to make the biggest decision of her life:
will she return through
the time portal to safety in Arizona? Or will
she stay in Land’s End for good, and fight to save her people
from The Viking
Warlord?
Meet Rowena Revel!
“I am the last hereditary witch
of Land’s End. Unfortunately,
I’m not a
very good one.”
I
gazed down at the words on the page
and chanted.
Poof!
A
rabbit popped up on the floor on the
other side of the altar. A sweet little grey thing with a
white tail.
“Now
see if you can send it back,” said
Cedric. “Do you know the reversal chant?”
I
nodded. I chanted the
sounds that Val had taught me.
Except…I must have gotten something a teeny bit wrong.
“Oh
crap.” The room was suddenly filled
with rabbits.
There
were bunnies on the floor. Bunnies
on the altar. Bunnies hopping all around the room.
Grey
bunnies. Brown bunnies. White
arctic bunnies. Bunnies with long, droopy ears and those with
shorter pointy
ones.
Male
bunnies and female bunnies, wasting
no time doing what rabbits do best.
“Now
stop that!” I scooted forward, waving my
hands to scare the male bunnies off, but they paid no
attention.
Cedric
was howling.
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