They say sharing is caring, but sharing a husband? That’s a grave mistake.

And Hell hath no fury like three widows with a murder to solve . . .

Albert Franklynn’s sudden and mysterious death leaves everyone in the pretty village of Monksworthy in shock — especially his wife Sylvie, who runs the local tearoom.

But the real surprise comes at the mortuary, where not one, but three grieving widows show up to identify his body.

It turns out that Albert wasn’t just a devoted husband to Sylvie . . . He had two other wives as well.

As everyone reels from the revelation of Albert’s double — or triple — life, three widows reluctantly team up to investigate a mystery more tangled than the village’s gaudy bunting: who killed Albert — and why.

It turns out Albert’s list of enemies is longer than the village bake sale sign-up sheet. Can these three unlikely sleuths resolve their differences to become partners in crime-solving . . . before the killer writes them out of the story for good?

The start of an unmissable cosy crime series, this gripping mystery about murder, mayhem and marital mischief is perfect for fans of Faith Martin, the Reverend Richard Coles, Kristen Perrin, Veronica Heley or Fiona Leitch.

MEET OUR SLEUTHS
Sixty-something Sylvie Franklynn is a warm and dependable woman who has lived in Monksworthy in the beautiful Wye Valley for her entire life. She co-owns the village’s tearoom with her best friend, Liz, and has a resilience that helps her weather life's challenges, whether that be a polygamous husband, or solving his murder . . .

Liz Morgan is Sylvie’s best friend and long-time business partner. A lifelong resident of Monksworthy, Liz is practical, down-to-earth and fiercely loyal. She is Sylvie’s rock.

Harriet Joyce is a meticulous and highly driven woman who works as an advice columnist under the pseudonym Aunt Aggie. Known for her love of routines and to-do lists, Harriet’s analytical mind and attention to detail will be crucial to get to the bottom of Albert’s death.

WELCOME TO MONKSWORTHY
Nestled in the heart of the picturesque Wye Valley, just on the Welsh border, Monksworthy is the quintessential English village, straight out of a postcard. Life revolves around the quaint village green, bordered by winding cobblestone streets, a cosy tea room and a bustling pub where everyone knows your name. But behind every pretty chintz curtain lurk lethal secrets, just waiting to be uncovered.