Why do the owners of fabulous jewels refuse to have the police called in when they are stolen? How could a thief open a bedroom safe? Dodie has an aversion to exercise - and even more to massage. But she is persuaded to go to the Yorkshire health spa by Elena, whose boy friend is cousin to the owners. Suspicion obviously falls on the maids, but other staff have legitimate reasons to visit guest rooms. But how they dispose of such well-known jewels? Then a murder and the plot thickens.

The second Dodie Fanshaw mystery by Marina Oliver, author of 80+ novels. Dodie's rural peace is shattered, first by a mermaid walking up the lawn from the river Thames, and then by a body near the pool. The body belonged to an author who lived next door. His girlfriend, publisher and agent, ex-lovers and neighbours crowd the garden. But who might have killed this best-selling novelist? And why? Inevitably Dodie is drawn into trying to solve the mystery.

In two previous Dodie Fanshaw mysteries, the deaths could have been accidents, but she was sure they were murders and determined to unmask the villains. This death is clearly murder, and the police investigate the many people who had grudges against the new Rector, from his family and his new parishioners. The trouble is, most of them have no alibis, and not all of them tell the truth. Dodie, visiting Sir William and Lady Talbot at the Manor, is able to discover the vital clue.

When Dodie Fanshaw goes to stay with her old friend Christine, she soon realises there are tensions, both in the family living at the Manor and the one where Elena is organising daughter Rebecca's wedding. John, the young brother of Robert, who owns the Manor, hates his Uncle Michael, Robert's Trustee, and because he wants to be a detective, gains a reputation as a snooper. Then there is a tragic death, but was it the right victim? Plenty of people have both motive and opportunity, and Dodie is determined to discover the truth.

This is the autobiography of chess grandmaster and journalist Andy Soltis, one of the very few grandmasters who had a professional career outside of the game, and a prolific author of chess-related nonfiction. It describes how chess and journalism fought for his time for more than 50 years and how he managed to score coups and make blunders in each field. Among his distinctions: He is the only person who has both interviewed Donald Trump and played chess with (and nearly beat!) Bobby Fischer.

A black musician arrested by Nazis in 1930s Germany endures the horrors of the Dachau death camp in this harrowing novel based on historical fact A self-proclaimed “gay negro” from New Orleans, Clifford Pepperidge made his name in the smoky nightclubs of Harlem in the 1920s, playing piano alongside Bessie Smith, Duke Ellington, and other jazz greats. A decade later, he thrills crowds nightly in the cabarets of Weimar Berlin. But dark days are on the horizon as the Nazi Party rises to power. Arrested by Hitler’s Gestapo during a roundup of homosexuals, Clifford finds himself placed in “protective custody” and transported to a concentration camp. Stripped of his dignity and his identity, and plunged into a nightmare of forced labor, starvation, and abuse, he seeks escape in his music. When a camp SS officer and jazz aficionado recognizes Clifford, the gentle musician learns just how far a desperate man will go in order to survive. Shining a light on a little-known aspect of the Holocaust, Clifford’s Blues is a disturbing portrait of a dark era in world history and a poignant celebration of the resilience of the human spirit and the power of music.

It’s almost Christmas, I have a broken air conditioner, and the repairman’s shown up dead at my front door. I wasn’t a big fan of the guy, but I need to get to the bottom of this. A girl can’t just ignore someone dumping a body on her doorstep. Especially if it means she becomes the main suspect for the murder. Clearly the man was on someone else’s naughty list too, and I’m determined to figure out whose. With the help of my pet pigs, I’m going to track this killer down. And while I’m at it, surely I can find someone to give me a reasonable quote to fix the air conditioner. Although that might take a Christmas miracle. In the sweltering heat of the Aussie summer, I need to figure out who the murderer is before I take the blame, or worse – before I’m also nogging on heaven’s door. Curl up with this hilarious Christmas mystery today and laugh out loud while getting in the holiday spirit. Download now to start reading. This novella can be read as a standalone.