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Whether dressed in her finery or disguised as a frump, he wanted her just the same! How can plain Frederica withstand a Season's scrutiny after the five beauties before her have married so magnificently? The only solution is to run away from home...

Bientôt Noël. Le sapin sent le roussi pour Agatha Raisin qui ne digère toujours pas d'avoir été larguée par James Lacey. Pour se forcer à l'oublier, elle se lance à corps perdu dans la préparation du réveillon pour ses amis. Jusqu'à en faire une obsession... Même le meurtre de Mrs Tamworthy, retrouvée morte après un repas arrosé à la ciguë, ne la détourne pas de son but. Pourtant, la riche veuve avait prévenu Agatha : elle était convaincue qu'un membre de sa famille voulait la tuer avant la fin de l'année.

Modern notions were all well and good - but where did one find a man to share them? Though Frederica chafes at the restricted life she lives as the adopted daughter of an infamous bluestocking, she does agree with the philosophy: until men learn to appreciate women as intellectual equals, Frederica is better off without them! But her sister’s recent elopement sparks fires of romance in Frederica’s well-educated head.

Weihnachten steht vor der Tür und kommt Agatha wie gerufen. Denn sie will sich ein für allemal ihren Ex James Lacey aus dem Kopf schlagen. Sie stürzt sich so sehr in die festlichen Vorbereitungen, dass der Brief der Witwe Tamworthy völlig untergeht - obwohl diese behauptet, einer ihrer Verwandten wolle sie vor Jahresende tot sehen. Ein fataler Fehler. Wenig später ist die Dame tatsächlich mausetot. Und damit hat Agatha noch mehr Ablenkung als durch den ganzen Weihnachtstrubel: Ein Mörder muss gestellt werden!

La détective Agatha Raisin s'est récemment mise à la marche sportive : c'est bon pour la santé, mais... pas de tout repos ! Sur le terrain de boulingrin d'un parc, le corps d'un vieux monsieur lui fait accélérer le pas. Harry Nelson, surnommé l'Amiral, aurait succombé un herbicide conservé dans une bouteille de rhum.

Agatha is going through a man-hating phase and so is unmoved by news of the captivating new curate. But when she meets the golden-haired, blue-eyed Tristan Delon, she is swept off her feet . . . along with every other female in the village. She is positively ecstatic when he invites her to dine with him but the next day Agatha is left with a hangover from hell - and his cold corpse suggests that, once again, she's in the frame for murder!

Trouble is afoot in the remote Scottish fishing village of Stoyre, where the inhabitants are acting kind of... fishy. On a routine visit, Hamish Macbeth finds the pub empty, the church unexpectedly full, and the very air permeated with fear. Then an explosion levels a holiday cottage which the locals call 'an act of God'. Hamish has another theory, one that will make the national news. With the help of sharp-eyed journalist Elspeth Grant and Lugs (his dog) he begins to winkle out the truth.

When Jane Wetherby offers PC Hamish Macbeth a holiday at her 'Happy Wanderer' health farm on the isle of Eileencraig, he is more than happy to accept. Unfortunately the visit doesn’t prove to be the pampering experience he had been hoping for. Windswept Eileencraig is inhabited by hostile islanders, many of whom would be more than happy to be rid of the Happy Wanderer and its proprietor. And the company at the health farm is hardly better. The volatile party includes an ex-husband, an illicit lover and Morag Todd, an unadulterated snob who criticises everybody and everything.

What do you do if you are of noble stock, but impoverished, and living in London with a certain style to maintain? One has to work... but One's relatives will be appalled when One turns One's hand to trade - and opens a hotel, The Poor Relation, offering employment to others of the same social standing and in the same awkward situation. This is precisely what Mrs Fortescue decides upon and, together with friend Colonel Sandhurst, transforms her decrepit Bond Street home into a posh hotel, offering guests the pleasure of being waited upon by the nobility.

Piddlebury è un sonnolento villaggio dei Cotswolds, miracolosamente scampato alle orde di turisti della domenica. Ma è anche ospitale: infatti ha accolto con calore Gloria French, che si è subito impegnata in attività di beneficenza e nell’assistenza agli anziani. Gloria però ha un difetto: chiede in prestito le cose più disparate, che poi immancabilmente non restituisce. Forse anche per questo, quando viene trovata morta, uccisa con del vino di sambuco al veleno, nessuno ne piange la dipartita.

Ignorance is bliss... especially when it comes to murder! Ever since the death of his father, Fellworth Dolphin has slaved away as a waiter to support his miserly, cold-hearted mother. So when she suddenly dies Fellworth is shocked to discover she has left him a fortune. Somewhat confused, Fell teams up with a girl from work, Maggie, to investigate the source of the riches. But what they find instead is a closet full of skeletons... Is it really possible Fell's father was involved in a decades-old train robbery? And who is the mysterious woman in the portrait?

When police constable Hamish Macbeth receives the news that there has been a murder at Arrat House, home of the relentless practical joker Arthur Trent, he doesn’t race to the scene of the crime. After all, last time he was called to investigate a death at the isolated Scottish manor, the "victim" turned out to be Trent’s manservant covered in fake blood.

After a brief and ill-advised dalliance with the Suffragette movement, Lady Rose Summers' debut season in London society turns out to be a complete disaster. Rose's father suspects that her fiancé, Sir Geoffrey Blandon, is a first class scoundrel and calls in Captain Harry Cathcart to investigate. But when a malicious guest is found dead in suspicious circumstances, Rose becomes far more interested in discovering the truth than in landing a more appropriate suitor.

Quoi de mieux pour oublier ses soucis qu'une joyeuse kermesse de village ? C'est compter sans le hasard, funeste cela va sans dire, qui met sur le chemin d'Agatha Raisin un cadavre... Aussi raide que la flèche qui lui transperce le cœur, sir Godfrey Pride, propriétaire terrien de la région, a dans sa poche la carte de visite d'Agatha. L'occasion idéale pour l'inspecteur divisionnaire Wilkes, qui n'aime pas qu'une détective privée mette son nez dans les affaires de la police, d'accuser sa rivale.

John Heppel, écrivain aussi célèbre que prétentieux, est récemment arrivé à Lochdubh. Entre deux livres, il anime des ateliers d’écriture, se délectant d’anéantir les ambitions littéraires de ses élèves. Quand on retrouve son corps sans vie, la langue enduite d’encre, après un empoisonnement à la naphtaline, Hamish s’interroge : certes, Heppel était détestable et détesté, mais qui aurait eu intérêt à le tuer ? L’affaire attire les médias, entraînant dans leur sillage l’inspectrice en chef Heather Meikle, une mangeuse d’hommes qui a un faible pour les policiers célibataires...

Local police stations all over the Scottish Highlands are being threatened with closure and this presents the perfect opportunity for Detective Chief Inspector Blair, who would love nothing more than to get rid of Sergeant Hamish Macbeth. Blair suggests that Cyril Sessions, a keen young police officer, visit the town of Lochdubh to monitor exactly what Hamish does every day.

It’s springtime in the Highlands but storms are brewing for Hamish Macbeth. His life is going to pot. He has - horrors! - been promoted, his new boss is a dunce, and a sinister self-proclaimed gypsy and his girlfriend have parked their rusty eyesore of a van in the middle of the village. Hamish smells trouble and as usual he’s right. The doctor’s drugs have gone missing. Money vanishes.

Molly had dared to turn a cold shoulder on London's prize catch. She was a precocious American upstart who thought beauty, brains, and bravery were enough to conquer London society. Well, he'd show her! Nobody publicly (or privately!) spurned Lord David Manley, the most eligible bachelor in town. He was determined that soon she'd be trembling in his arms, desperately in love with the man she had dared to mock. David Manley always got his way, and Miss Molly Maguire presented a challenge he couldn't resist!

Alto, magro, capelli rossi, occhi nocciola e ciglia lunghe, Hamish Macbeth sembra (e forse è) pigro, sembra (ma forse non è) confuso, sembra (e forse è) poco ambizioso, più interessato a restare nel suo villaggio con cani, pecore e galline che a fare carriera nella polizia. E infatti Hamish sta già pregustando le delizie dell’estate nelle Highlands, quando l’amata Priscilla ritorna a Lochdubh con un nuovo fidanzato e allora iniziano i guai, che si intensificano allorché nubi di moscerini invadono il paese.

The Earl of Tredair has had his fill of balls, routs, and silly misses, and he despairs of finding anyone out of the ordinary - that is, until he meets Miss Fanny Waverley. Most unique and intriguing, she and her two sisters are the adopted daughters of the reclusive bluestocking Madame Waverley. They have been raised as her disciples to spread the word of women's rights and to encourage poor oppressed females to stand up against the iniquities of the male sex.