Today, I’m spotlighting a newly released book “The Case of the Clobbered Cad” by Debra E. Marvin. This cozy mystery set in 1956 Edinburgh, Scotland is sure to keep you on your toes. Get cozy and enjoy reading about the book, you won’t want to miss the exclusive excerpt. Be sure to come back in October, when I will be on tour with Singing Librarian and sharing my full review with you.
Inspired by the famous Girl Detective, the members of the Olentangy Heights Girls’ Detective Society, affectionately known as the Nosy Parkers, spent their formative years studying criminology, codes, and capers. Unfortunately, opportunities to put their unique skills to work were thin on the ground in the post-war boom of their little corner of suburbia and they eventually grew up to pursue more sensible careers. Until…
Heather Munro’s youthful devotion to The Girl Detective led to a passion for digging around in history. Now pursuing her Master’s Degree in Celtic Studies, Heather must balance exploring Edinburgh with her determination to excel in her all–male classes at the University. Unfortunately, on her first night working in the Archives room, she discovers the dead body of a visiting professor, the same would-be lothario she’d hoped never to see again.
As clues come to light, it’s clear someone hopes to frame Heather for the murder. Besides her quirky landlady, whom can she trust? How can she clear her name? The police and the American Consul have plenty of suspects, but only two seem to have both motive and opportunity: Heather and the quiet Scottish historian she longs to trust.
Tuesday morning crept in on foggy feet.
Heather paused in Mrs. K’s front doorway, poking through the coins in her change purse, hoping she had the right amount for the bus. As she reached behind her for the doorknob, a movement caught her eye. At the end of the short walkway, past the gate, two men in dark overcoats stood next to a black limousine—the largest car she’d seen since arriving.
Being alone in the house or walking alone to the bus had never bothered her before because she was careful. And she stayed out of trouble, murder inquiries not withstanding. At that moment, every instinct screamed that those men were up to no good. Forcing herself to stay calm, she stepped back inside and shut the door, even though slamming it was her preference. With the locks fixed, she peered out the sidelight window, hoping they’d left. No such luck. They were watching her.
No, not just watching. One of them opened the gate on their way to the house. The flesh along Heather’s spine tingled. Mrs. Kintyre had gone for a cuppa with her friend on the next street. In the Hitchcock movies, the heroine would scream. But Heather was just a history major having a bad week, and there was no one around to hear her.
She’d had enough drama for the week, thank-you-very-much, and, full of empty bravado, swung the door wide. “Who are you?”
About the Author:
Debra E. Marvin tries not to run too far from real life but the imagination born out of being an only child has a powerful draw. Besides, the voices in her head tend to agree with all the sensible things she says. She’d like to live a wee bit closer to her grandchildren, but is thankful that God is in control, that He chooses to bless us despite ourselves and that He has a sense of humor.
Other than writing light-hearted romances and gritty gothics, she has rather normal obsessions such as fabric, peanut butter, vacations, British dramas, and whatever mystery series she’s currently stuck on.