Murder, Marmalade, and Other Ballroom Disasters

A Cozy Regency Mystery of Love and Murder

De: Marisa Paxon

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

I am the narrator of Murder, Marmalade, and Other Ballroom Disasters, which means I have already carried you through candlelight, gossip, and a man expiring on polished floorboards, and now they want me to sell it as well. Splendid. Nothing says “romance” like administrative labour.

Here is what you are walking into: Bath’s Assembly Rooms, terrible music, and Miss Julia Amberley sitting very still at the edge of society because a certain Mr Jasper Fenton once spoke a few convenient sentences and left her to choke on the consequences. Then he has the decency to die at her feet in a spill of ratafia and scattered marmalade cakes, and suddenly the town has a new hobby: deciding she did it. People in Bath will forgive almost anything except ambiguity.

Captain Miles Rutland, newly appointed master of ceremonies and inconveniently principled, would like his ballroom to stop producing corpses, his magistrate to stop hand-waving, and his guests to stop inventing “truth” out of lace and boredom. I would like the same, but we do not always get what we like. The investigation offers you debts, motives, polite threats, and a suspicious little “cordial” that should never have been allowed anywhere near a respectable kitchen, let alone a supper tray. Julia must untangle what happened without being swallowed whole by rumour, because if she fails, she does not just lose an evening, she loses what remains of her name, her prospects, and her right to stand in a room without being treated as an exhibit.

Perfect for readers who want a witty Regency cozy mystery with a clue-rich trail and a satisfying, logical reveal, plus social peril, sharp banter, and the specific delight of watching competent adults grow grudgingly fond of each other while pretending it is purely strategic.

This is a complete, self-contained case in the Regency: Corpses and Courtship Club world, with non-gory violence and a closed-door slow-burn romance with an HEA (yes, even after all that marmalade). Now go on, click Look Inside, and try not to accept refreshments from anyone who arrives carrying their own bottle.