Cyanide and Sensibility (A Jane Austen Tea Society Mystery, Band 3) - Softcover

Oliver, Katie

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0593337654 ISBN 13: 9780593337653

Verlag: Penguin Publishing Group, 2023

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Murder is on the menu and Phaedra Brighton is called on to serve up justice in the latest Jane Austen Tea Society Mystery.

While Phaedra Brighton might not have a Mr. Darcy (yet), she's quite content with her loving family and loyal cat. Phaedra's sister Hannah is the Jane to her Elizabeth, and Phaedra is ecstatic that Hannah has decided to move home for her next adventure—opening a business. 

All of Laurel Springs is out in full force to celebrate the grand unveiling of Hannah's new patisserie, Tout de Sweet, including local celebrity Rachel Brandon. Hannah is a master of her craft, with confections so divine, one bite will make you think you've died and gone to heaven.

Of course, you never want that to happen literally. 

When one of Hannah's famous dark chocolate cupcakes sends Rachel's assistant to the hospital with poisoning, Hannah begs for Phaedra's help to save her reputation and budding business. But Phaedra has more questions than answers: Who was the cupcake actually meant for? And how far is the culprit willing to go to take their target off the menu—permanently?

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Katie Oliver is known internationally as a writer of Jane Austen rom-coms with a hint of mystery. In the US and the UK, she is the bestselling author of the Dating Mr. Darcy and Marrying Mr. Darcy series.

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One

Phaedra Brighton knew she was dangerously close to losing control of her car on the twisty, ice-slick road.

She tightened her grip on the wheel and drew in a calming breath. It was early December in the Blue Ridge, after all. The snow-dusted mountain peaks and tree branches rimed in ice offered a singular beauty-but danger as well. Branches snapped and pines fell under the weight of ice and snow. Winter made driving perilous, especially on infrequently traveled rural roads.

Like this one.

In spring and summer, a thick, impenetrable fog settled over the peaks and valleys. In autumn, a buck or doe might hurtle out in front of an unwary driver. But December meant snow, and hitting a patch of black ice could send a car spinning treacherously close to a guardrail overlooking a heart-stopping drop.

A sign loomed up ahead. delaford winery. two miles. Relief washed over Phaedra as she realized she was nearly there. She slowed the car and wished, not for the first time, that she was home and tucked up in bed. Not traveling halfway up the side of Afton Mountain so early on a Friday morning.

Oh, what she'd give for a bracing cup of Keemun right now . . .

When her mother, Nan, asked her to dress in her Regency finery and act as a guide for the annual Historic Holiday Homes tour, Phaedra regretfully declined. With morning and afternoon lectures scheduled at Somerset University, a peer review awaiting comments, next quarter's funding to finalize, and midterms to grade before winter break, Professor Brighton had zero free time.

Instead, she'd promised to drop off four dozen of her sister Hannah's cupcakes for visitors on the holiday homes tour. Cupcakes Hannah couldn't deliver herself because Saturday was the grand opening of her new patisserie, Tout de Sweet.

At least she'd get a peek inside Delaford.

The historic home was a jewel in the crown of local Virginia architecture and the final residence on the tour. And like every home on the tour, the interior would be as lavishly decorated in traditional holiday style as the exterior.

At the next signpost, Phaedra slowed the car and turned cautiously into the winery entrance. She had no desire to hit black ice and send her sister's cupcakes, beautifully decorated and stowed in the trunk, flying.

Hopefully the sun would show its face soon and melt all of these icy patches into harmless puddles.

The drive, branching left to the winery, or right to the historic family residence, was paved and treated with sand. She turned right.

To one side, a parking lot was already half filled with vehicles, as well as a large, fenced concrete area.

A helipad, she realized. Impressive.

She followed the curving asphalt and admired the fountain, turned off now for the winter, and caught her first glimpse of Delaford.

Despite the breathtaking backdrop of mountains and sky behind it, the house, with its turrets and arches and mullioned windows, captured her attention. Although "house" was hardly the proper word for the sprawling stone edifice before her.

This? This was a castle. A magnificent stone edifice straight out of Ivanhoe. It lacked only a moat and a drawbridge, perhaps a few knights poised on the battlements shouldering bows and releasing arrows against encroaching marauders.

Brushing aside such fanciful thoughts, Phaedra shut off the engine and slid out of the Mini, hampered slightly by her ankle-skimming Regency dress. As a teaching tool it was invaluable; but the thin silk offered little protection against the cold. At least the steps, like the drive, had been treated and showed no trace of ice or snow. Carrying in four boxes of cupcakes shouldn't be a problem.

As she debated whether to risk carrying the boxes in at once or make a couple of trips, one of the tall carved doors swung open.

It wasn't Lady Rowena who stood there, or Rebecca, as she'd half expected; but a young woman with curly dark hair and friendly but inquisitive blue eyes.

"Hello." She regarded Phaedra expectantly. "You must be Professor Brighton. I'm Anna Steele, Rachel Brandon's personal assistant. I love your outfit."

"Thank you. It's period appropriate, and my students love it," Phaedra admitted, "but it's not very warm." She indicated the boxes on the back seat. "My sister's cupcakes for the tour. I wonder, would you mind . . ."

"Of course. Let me help you." She took two of the boxes, balancing them carefully in her arms, and led the way up the steps and through the front door. "The dining room is through here. Rachel's getting ready for a photo shoot for Home Channel magazine later this morning."

Phaedra followed, glimpsing ancestral portraits swagged in fresh greenery and a twelve-foot Christmas tree towering at one end of the entrance hall. A handful of people decorated the lower branches, already fitted with white lights, and carefully hung up a selection of antique, handblown glass ornaments.

She set the boxes down at the end of a lengthy dining table. "This is stunning."

"Would you like a quick tour?"

Before Phaedra could reply, a brisk voice rang out. "I'm afraid there's no time for that. Anna, go and sign for the champagne delivery, please."

As Anna excused herself, a perfectly coiffed woman in a navy-blue St. John suit strode into the room. Highlights gleamed in her dark blond hair. "Rachel Brandon," she said as she extended her hand. "You must be Professor Brighton. Nan said you'd be dropping off the cupcakes for our afternoon tour guests. Thank you."

"My pleasure."

The owner of Brandon Advertising and host of the Home Channel's Home and Hearth show was petite, yet she commanded the room just as Delaford commanded the mountainside. A firm grip belied her small stature.

"Your home is lovely."

Rachel produced a gracious smile. "Thank you. I hope the tour raises money for the Historical Society. Giving back is so important. I'm also a spokesperson for the Foster Child Foundation. It's a wonderful organization-I was a foster child myself."

"Oh. I had no idea." Phaedra eyed her with renewed admiration.

"Both endeavors are so close to my heart. I just hope the weather cooperates, at least for today." She glanced out the window. "The forecast is calling for more snow on Sunday."

"Two to four inches," Phaedra said. "But the sun's peeking out, so the roads should stay clear until then."

"I hope so. We're expecting quite a crowd." She glanced up as Anna returned. "Take these cupcakes into the kitchen and get them plated. Where is Clark what's-his-name? He's supposed to interview me at"-she consulted her wristwatch-"eight. It's already five after."

"He just called. The roads are a little treacherous-"

"Professor Brighton arrived with no problem. I expect solutions, not excuses. If he isn't here in five minutes tell him he'll have to reschedule."

Phaedra bit back a smile. Looked like Clark Mullinax, reporter for the Laurel Springs Clarion and the bane of her high school existence, was in for a singular challenge with Rachel Brandon.

"I should go," she told Rachel. "I have a nine o'clock lecture to give and exams to grade before winter break starts. I'll be back later this afternoon to help set up. It was wonderful to meet you, Ms. Brandon."

"And you as well. I'll see you later."

As Phaedra retraced her steps across the cavernous entrance hall to the front doors, Anna Steele, cell phone pressed to one ear, caught her eye. She lowered the phone to her chest. "Thanks for bringing the cupcakes. Sorry I couldn't give you a tour."

"It's fine. I need to get going anyway. See you this afternoon." She opened the door, gave Rachel's personal assistant a wave goodbye, and returned to her car, her duty done.

She slid behind the wheel and, with a last...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Penguin Publishing Group
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2023
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593337654
• ISBN 13: 9780593337653
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 320
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