I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

When Christmas whimsy sees villagers tipsy

And Lady Eleanor finds a dead man in the snow.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

With poison, skulduggery and fright

May your staff be relentlessly polite

As the snow keeps falling through the night.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

And a locked door mystery

The man of coal has died, and he didn’t have a bride

Nor much settled domesticity.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

And a tale told with warmth and a final twist

Lady Eleanor is back. She roots round Coalman’s shack

And finds some clues that others missed.

We’re dreading a covid Christmas

We need novels of good cheer and no bite

Get a mystery that’s cosy and light,

And spend your Christmas with Verity Bright.

You can get Murder in the Snow from Amazon (affiliate link).

Thanks to Sarah Hardy for the invitation to be on the blog tour and to Bookoutre for the review copy.