When an unfashionably practical vicar’s daughter inherits a grand estate, she expects property disputes, not poisoned port…or a game of murderous intrigue in the genteel English countryside.

Fresh from London’s nursing wards (and armed with nothing but a stiff upper lip, a startling lack of etiquette, and her fiery Jack Russell, Pip), Cecily arrives at her inherited Oxfordshire estate to discover that grand country houses are nothing like the vicarage back home—and infinitely more dangerous.

Between Pip’s enthusiastic assaults on priceless antiques, Mrs Fotheringill’s steely housekeeper glare, and an Earl who keeps keeling over at the most inconvenient moments, Cecily must untangle a web of family secrets, vulture-like relatives, and suspicious villagers before she becomes the main course. With dinner guests dropping like flies—and one particularly imperious Persian cat—our intrepid novice hostess will need all her wartime grit (and a dash of divine providence) to clear her name… and keep her new home from becoming her last.

Who poisoned Lord Oswald? Everyone—and we mean everyone—has a motive in this laugh-out-loud historical page-turner—but no one can fool Cecily or her terrier partner-in-detection!

Bursting with English flair, razor-sharp humour, and more twists than a country lane, Murder at Ashcombe Hall is perfect for fans of witty whodunits, genteel suspense, and the golden glow of 1920s charm. Welcome to Little Codding—you’ll never want to leave (assuming you survive).