When an unfashionably practical vicar's daughter inherits a grand Oxfordshire estate, she expects property disputes — not poisoned port. I'm Felicity Penn, and I write sparkling British 1920s cozy mysteries starring Lady Cecily Ashcombe: fresh from London's nursing wards, armed with a stiff upper lip, a startling lack of etiquette, and a fearless little Jack Russell named Pip. Welcome to the Roaring Twenties at their most English — country-house weekends and garden parties, cloche hats and motorcars, genteel villages where everyone is frightfully polite and someone is absolutely getting away with murder. My mysteries are clever and clean, full of red herrings, deadpan humour, and high-spirited fun, with a light thread of faith and good old-fashioned decency running through. If you love a plucky heroine outwitting villains amid all the glamour and intrigue of the 1920s, pour yourself a cup of tea and mind the port. Inside you'll find a plucky amateur sleuth, a vicar's-daughter heroine, a grand country house, 1920s garden-party glamour, red herrings, a scene-stealing terrier, and deadpan English wit.