A01=Mona Marple
Author_Mona Marple
British murder mystery
Category=FFD
Category=FFJ
charming bookish cozy mystery
cozy mystery
cozy mystery series
culinary cozy
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female amateur sleuth
forthcoming
waterfell tweed
Product details
- ISBN 9781036714147
- Dimensions: 129 x 198mm
- Publication Date: 24 Sep 2026
- Publisher: Vinci Books
- Publication City/Country: GB
- Product Form: Paperback
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A Storm Is Coming...
As Waterfell Tweed is hit by an awful storm, the consequences will be severe for one family.
With a man dead, an unfamiliar face back in the village, an irate farmer to deal with, and a widow who refuses to believe her husband fell from Black Rock, it's down to Sandy to investigate. Did the dead man fall?
Or was he pushed?
The Black Rock Murder is the sixth in the Waterfell Tweed Cozy Mystery series, a tale full of fun, suspense and one determined amateur sleuth.
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Praise for the Waterfell Tweed Cozy Mystery Series
5 out of 5 Stars I am hooked on this series. The characters are likeable and well rounded and the storylines interesting with many repeat appearances of the locals.
5 out of 5 Stars This is one of the best series I have read funny, entertaining and mysterious. Did he fall or was he pushed that was the question, the answer will surprise you.
5 out of 5 Stars I started reading this book and I couldn‚'t put it down! It was absolutely brilliant and I loved it from the first page to the last.
5 out of 5 Stars A great group of characters, a very well written story and an amazing setting.
5 out of 5 Stars Waterfell Tweed is totally addictive. Once I started the series I just couldn‚'t stop.
As Waterfell Tweed is hit by an awful storm, the consequences will be severe for one family.
With a man dead, an unfamiliar face back in the village, an irate farmer to deal with, and a widow who refuses to believe her husband fell from Black Rock, it's down to Sandy to investigate. Did the dead man fall?
Or was he pushed?
The Black Rock Murder is the sixth in the Waterfell Tweed Cozy Mystery series, a tale full of fun, suspense and one determined amateur sleuth.
________________________________
Praise for the Waterfell Tweed Cozy Mystery Series
5 out of 5 Stars I am hooked on this series. The characters are likeable and well rounded and the storylines interesting with many repeat appearances of the locals.
5 out of 5 Stars This is one of the best series I have read funny, entertaining and mysterious. Did he fall or was he pushed that was the question, the answer will surprise you.
5 out of 5 Stars I started reading this book and I couldn‚'t put it down! It was absolutely brilliant and I loved it from the first page to the last.
5 out of 5 Stars A great group of characters, a very well written story and an amazing setting.
5 out of 5 Stars Waterfell Tweed is totally addictive. Once I started the series I just couldn‚'t stop.
ONE PENNY A STORY, I called across the playground.
Entirely unusual, given how shy I was (and still am), for me to be shouting anything across a playground.
But there I was, a double-sided sheet of narrow ruled paper (I've always been kind of particular about the paper I like. Back then, narrow ruled. Now, grid.) in my hand, selling stories I hadn't yet wrote.
Every line featured a different title. I'd lay on my bed the night before thinking of them all, probably singing along to Boyzone songs as I did [hey, don't judge... I see you over there like you never thought you were destined to marry a boy band singer...].
My school friends could buy a Mona original for one penny. One penny!
They'd pick the title they liked, hand over their sweaty penny, and I'd write the story for them.
And I've never grown out of writing stories.
Now, I write cozy mystery stories from my den in the Peak District, and when I'm not writing them, I'm reading them.
Entirely unusual, given how shy I was (and still am), for me to be shouting anything across a playground.
But there I was, a double-sided sheet of narrow ruled paper (I've always been kind of particular about the paper I like. Back then, narrow ruled. Now, grid.) in my hand, selling stories I hadn't yet wrote.
Every line featured a different title. I'd lay on my bed the night before thinking of them all, probably singing along to Boyzone songs as I did [hey, don't judge... I see you over there like you never thought you were destined to marry a boy band singer...].
My school friends could buy a Mona original for one penny. One penny!
They'd pick the title they liked, hand over their sweaty penny, and I'd write the story for them.
And I've never grown out of writing stories.
Now, I write cozy mystery stories from my den in the Peak District, and when I'm not writing them, I'm reading them.
