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Nobody's Sweetheart Now: The First Lady Adelaide Mystery (Lady Adelaide Mysteries, 1) Paperback – November 13, 2018
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The first mystery book in a rollicking new historical cozy series! When Lady Adelaide's dinner party is visited by lady death, she'll have to partner with the irksome spirit of her dead husband to crack the case…
"A lively debut filled with local color, red herrings, both sprightly and spritely characters, a smidgen of social commentary, and a climactic surprise."―Kirkus Reviews
A delightful English cozy series begins in August 1924. Lady Adelaide Compton has recently (and satisfactorily) interred her husband, Major Rupert Charles Cressleigh Compton, hero of the Somme, in the family vault in the village churchyard.
Rupert died by smashing his Hispano-Suiza on a Cotswold country road while carrying a French mademoiselle in the passenger seat. With the house now Addie's, needed improvements in hand, and a weekend house party underway, how inconvenient of Rupert to turn up! Not in the flesh, but in―actually, as a―spirit. Rupert has to perform a few good deeds before becoming welcomed to heaven―or, more likely, thinks Addie, to hell.
Before Addie can convince herself she's not completely lost her mind, a murder disrupts her careful seating arrangement. Which of her twelve houseguests is a killer? Her mother, the formidable Dowager Marchioness of Broughton? Her sister Cecilia, the born-again vegetarian? Her childhood friend and potential lover, Lord Lucas Waring? Rupert has a solid alibi as a ghost and an urge to detect. A debaucher in life and an annoyance in death, Addie knows she can't leave Rupert to solve the murders of her sweet old gardener and a naked neighbor by himself.
Enter Inspector Devenand Hunter from the Yard, an Anglo-Indian who is not going to let some barmy society beauty witnessed talking to herself derail his investigation. Something very peculiar is afoot at Compton Court and he's going to get to the bottom of it―or go as mad as its mistress trying.
The Lady Adelaide Mysteries:
Nobody's Sweetheart Now (Book 1)
Who's Sorry Now? (Book 2)
Just Make Believe (Book 3)
- Print length256 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherPoisoned Pen Press
- Publication dateNovember 13, 2018
- Dimensions5.5 x 0.64 x 8.5 inches
- ISBN-101464210721
- ISBN-13978-1464210723
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"Set in England in 1924, this promising series launch...is...frothy fun." ― Publishers Weekly
"Nobody’s Sweetheart Now is a clever, charming mystery that perfectly captures 1920s society…sure to appeal to fans of Ashley Weaver or Rhys Bowen. Likable characters, a well-paced plot and an intriguing detective make Nobody’s Sweetheart Now an excellent first entry in this delightful mystery series from Maggie Robinson." ― Shelf Awareness
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Maggie Robinson is a former teacher, library clerk, and mother of four who woke up in the middle of the night absolutely compelled to create the perfect man and use as many adjectives and adverbs as possible doing so. A transplanted New Yorker, she lives with her not-quite-perfect husband in Maine, where the cold winters are ideal for staying indoors and writing.
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Nobody's Sweetheart Now
A Lady Adelaide Mystery
By Maggie RobinsonPoisoned Pen Press
Copyright © 2018 Maggie RobinsonAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4642-1072-3
CHAPTER 1
Compton Chase, Compton-Under-Wood, Gloucestershire, a Saturday in late August 1924
Once upon a time, Lady Adelaide Mary Merrill, daughter of the Marquess of Broughton, was married to Major Rupert Charles Cressleigh Compton, hero of the Somme. It was not a happy union, and there was no one in Britain more relieved than Addie when Rupert smashed up his Hispano-Suiza on a quiet Cotswold country road with Mademoiselle Claudette Labelle in the passenger seat. If one could scream with a French accent, it was Claudette, and it was said her terrified shrieks as they hit the stone wall were still heard on occasion by superstitious farmers and their livestock near midnight when the moon was full.
Addie was just getting used to her widowhood when Rupert inconveniently turned up six months after she had him sealed in the Compton family vault in the village churchyard. The unentailed house was hers to do as she pleased, and she had decided to open it up to her family and a few convivial friends for the weekend now that she'd made some much-needed improvements. Rupert had always been stingy with her money, and with him gone on to his doubtful reward, she had employed most of the district's laborers in an attempt to bring Compton Chase into the twentieth century.
True, it was early in her mourning period to entertain, but she made the concession to wear black, even if there wasn't much of it in yardage, thank God, because it was so bloody hot. And her mother was there to chaperone.
When Rupert appeared, Addie was dressing for her house party, and dropped the diamond spray for her hair on the Aubusson.
"That dress is ridiculous, Addie," Rupert intoned from a dim corner. He was wearing the dark suit with the maroon foulard tie she'd had him laid out in, and apart from being rather pale, was still a handsome devil, emphasis on the devil. If he'd been in his uniform, she might even contemplate marrying him again.
Oh, she was going mad. Too much stressing over the seating arrangements in the dining room. Who was billeted next to who. Or was it whom? She'd tried to make it easy for those who wished to be naughty tonight to be successful. Then there was the bother over her sister turning vegetarian and ruining the menus at the last minute. Cook was cross and was apt to get crosser.
Addie was already sitting at her vanity table so she didn't collapse alongside the diamonds. She shut her eyes.
"I'll be here when you open them. And believe me, it's no picnic for me, either."
Addie did open them, and her mouth, but found herself incapable of uttering anything sensible.
"Yes, I'm back. But, one hopes, not to stay. Apparently, I have to perform a few good deeds before the Fellow Upstairs will let me into heaven. It will be a frightful bore for you, I'm sure."
She told the truth as she knew it, feeling absurd to even speak to someone who couldn't possibly be there. "You're dead."
"As a doornail. What does that mean, anyway? The expression dates from the fourteenth century. Langland, Shakespeare, and Dickens all used it. Dickens was of the opinion that a coffin nail is deader, but there you are."
Addie reached for her cup of cold tea and downed it in one gulp, wishing it was gin, brandy, anything to make Rupert go away. But if she were drunk, more Ruperts, like those fabled pink elephants, might actually appear. It was a conundrum.
"I'll try to stay out of your hair as much as possible. Speaking of which, thank God you haven't cut it into one of those awful shingles. I always did like your hair."
Addie's hand went up involuntarily to the golden roll she'd so recently pinned up without her maid's assistance. Beckett was seeing to Addie's impulsive sister Cecilia, who, apart from her sudden conversion to vegetarianism, had cut her hair into a bob that was more or less untamable because of the stubborn Merrill curls. Beckett had her work cut out for her. Cee resembled someone who had stuck their finger in the newly rewired sockets of Compton Chase and lived to tell the tale.
"What's wrong with my dress?" Addie asked, peeved. Though she knew he wasn't truly there — that he was dead — he still had the ability to irritate her, even in her imagination.
"It's far too flimsy and sheer and short. I can practically see your nipples if I squint hard enough. I admit you do have lovely legs, but everyone and his brother doesn't have to see them. Your father would not be pleased."
"My father is dead." Panicked, she looked around her bedroom. "My God, he's not going to turn up too, is he?"
"Only one ghost at a time, I believe. I'm still not entirely conversant with the rules. It's been a confusing few months."
"It's the very latest style," Addie said to herself — and only to herself — tugging down the beaded skirt. It really could have been much shorter. She'd had it sent over from Paris after a flurry of letters and telegrams back and forth from Charles Frederick Worth's grandson Jacques, who had recently taken over the famous fashion house. Addie had sketched the initial design herself, not that she had any pretensions to become a couturier. A marquess' daughter was supposed to be decorative, and possibly witty and wise, but never work.
"I don't like it, but then so little appeals to me nowadays. Ennui is my middle name, but I hope this little visit changes things up. Who have you put in my room? That bounder Waring?"
"I understand it takes one to know one. Lucas is not a bounder, as you must know. Why am I talking? You are not here."
Lucas was, in fact, assigned a bedroom across the hall. Addie didn't trust a mere connecting door to stay shut all night long, and in her well-run household, servants were apt to be scurrying down the corridor at any moment at a guest's whim, discouraging all attempts of Addie's to be naughty herself. She was not ready to be a merry widow anyway, despite Lucas' tentative blandishments. Rupert wasn't cold in his grave.
Apparently, Rupert wasn't in his grave.
Rupert smiled ruefully. Could an apparition be rueful? Or was Addie really unconscious, perhaps on her deathbed, suffering from heat stroke or a regular stroke or some kind of tea-induced hallucination? Cook could easily have put poisonous leaves in the pot in retaliation for the menu adjustments. She was set in her ways, and had been at Compton Chase since the dawn of time.
Addie had only just turned thirty-one, much too young to die in the usual course of things. However, the past few months had been more than difficult for her too, even apart from Rupert's death.
"I admit I bounded in my time. Poor Addie. I wasn't much of a husband, was I?"
"Please go away. I haven't time for this." In ten minutes, there would be a dozen houseguests downstairs in the Great Hall admiring its two-story, multi-paned window and having cocktails without her, and Lord knows, she needed one. Or three. She bent over, picked up the pin and stuck it behind an ear.
"Tut. Let me help you with that." Before she could say a word, she felt his hands in her hair. Cold hands. Really quite icy. He moved the diamonds over a few inches, and she began to see spots dance the tarantella before her eyes.
Good. She was going to faint and stop all this. Addie knew how to faint like a champion — her mother, the Dowager Marchioness of Broughton, a short but formidable woman, had indoctrinated both her daughters in all the ladylike accomplishments. She slid with ease off her slipper chair to the thick carpet and waited to black out, knowing her limbs to be in perfect order, and the hem of her dress where it should be, not riding up to show Rupert her French silk knickers.
Not that he'd care.
"Dash it, Addie! You have more spine than this! I recognize the situation is hardly ideal, but you're stuck with me for the foreseeable future, so buck up, my girl. I'll leave you alone for now, but look for me before bedtime for a little chat. No finky-diddling with that Waring chap, no matter how much he bats those baby-blues in your direction. I know what he's up to — you're a rich and attractive widow, ripe for the fuc — um, plucking. Don't fall for his innocent act."
"I've known Lucas since I was six years old. He is innocent," Addie said from the floor. You couldn't find a nicer man than Lucas, not that she'd tried. No, she'd allowed herself to be lured away by Major Rupert Charles Cressleigh Compton of Compton Chase, an ancient Jacobean pile in dire need of restoration. The house, not Rupert. Rupert had been unbearably handsome and fit and had shone with good health and bonhomie. If he could live through the horrors of the Great War, he should have lived forever, were it not for too many French 75 cocktails, unnecessary speed, and that Cotswold stone wall.
"That's what he wants you to believe. All men are the same, perfect hounds."
"You're giving dogs a bad name." Idly, she wondered where her terrier Fitz was. Would he be able to see Rupert, or would he be barking at the shadows? Fitz had never met Rupert; he was Cee's crackpot idea of a mourning present and arrived with a big black bow around his scrawny neck a week after the funeral. The fleas in her bed had been an unforeseen complication.
Fitz's neck was thicker now, the fleas a distant memory. Addie supposed that since she had no children, the dog was the next best thing to distract her from her lonely state.
She wasn't lonely now. There were far too many people in her house for comfort, starting with the man who was disappearing right in front of her. Going, going ...
Absolutely gone.
She swallowed back a little cry and struggled to sit up, the room still spinning a bit. That afternoon nap hadn't helped. It had been a long day, perhaps way too hot to play tennis. Far too much sun had roasted her cheeks and brought out her freckles. She was rubbish at tennis anyhow, being too vain to wear the glasses Dr. Bergman had prescribed before he retired two years ago. Maybe if she put those glasses on —
Addie leaped up and rummaged through the dressing table drawer. Wrapped in an embroidered lace handkerchief, the dratted tortoise shell spectacles were still as ugly as ever. But they would help her see clearly, wouldn't they? To not see things or dead husbands that really weren't there. The mirror came into focus and she noticed at once that the diamond pin was dangling from a strand of loosened hair. She'd have to start again, this time with no assistance from the man who'd made their five-year marriage a living hell.
Ha. So he thought he'd eventually wind up in heaven? It would take more than "a few good deeds" to send him to the front of the queue. If he hadn't died six months ago, Addie might have been tempted to shoot him herself. Her father had done his bit and taught her and Cecilia all the unladylike accomplishments, and when she wore her glasses, she was a very fair shot.
Addie had been vastly tired of the faux sympathy she received from her so-called friends as she tried to hold her head up and pretend Rupert was a faithful husband. Despite the potential scandal, the exhortations of her mother, and reservations of her sister, she'd been close to demanding a divorce from Rupert when he'd skidded off the slippery road with that French wh — hussy.
She pulled out all the pins with a certain amount of viciousness, her hair tumbling down her bare shoulders and catching on the jet and sequins and cobwebby lace. Picking up the silver-backed brush, she tried to smooth the curls and her life back into some semblance of control.
By God, she was going to need something more than a hairbrush.
CHAPTER 2"What on earth have you put on your face?"
If she had been wearing her own cheaters, Constance, the Dowager Marchioness of Broughton, wouldn't have to ask such a silly question. All the women in the family were plagued by poor eyesight, but Addie's father had forbidden them from visibly correcting their vision while he was alive — he liked his women to be pretty, posh, and perfect. If he couldn't have sons, then his exquisite blond daughters and enchanting blond wife must be the envy of his set. So what if they had the occasional bruise from bumping into things, or an inability to find a valuable dropped earring on the Oriental rug before it was hoovered up?
"My glasses, Mama. I was getting a headache." A tall one named Rupert, well over six feet, with dark hair and dark eyes and that stupid tickly mustache that made him look like a gigolo. Or Ramon Novarro, if one really reached for comparison. Addie wasn't much for the cinema, but her maid Beckett kept her abreast of the latest sensations and left her magazines all over the house. Even when the coal strike froze patrons in the theaters three years ago, Beckett borrowed Addie's second-best fur coat, attended loyally twice a week, and reported reel-by-reel. Addie knew who the current heartthrobs were, not that she'd ever fall in love with a handsome man again.
A plain one either.
"You'll never catch another husband looking like a frump," her mama complained.
"I don't want another husband." Addie was sure she meant it. If one marriage could make her lose her mind, then what would two do? She took a sip of sherry to calm her nerves.
She had decided that she'd been sleepwalking earlier, kind of in a waking dream state, even if she'd been sitting down. She'd always had a full fantasy life, had she not? Playing fairies in the woods around Broughton Park with little Cee, sure every dragonfly was a sign. Believing in Father Christmas long past his prime. Thinking her pony could talk if she listened hard enough. Keeping Rupert faithful if she anticipated his every need. The latter had proved more difficult than communicating with bugs or horses. French silk knickers couldn't do it all.
Addie's inadvertent summoning of Rupert was an indication that she'd overdone in all her planning. Spent too much time in the hot sun chasing a tennis ball, too. Hot weather made people go crazy; everyone knew that. There were riots and uprisings and crimes of passion and murders. Addie didn't have any idea how a proper English person could survive in India or the Argentine; she had enough trouble right here at Compton-Under-Wood, where the weather was temperate, if a little rainy.
The French doors to the garden were open to let in a pleasant breeze. Now that the sun was setting over the Cotswold Hills, the air was cooler, and her guests looked comfortable, having moved from the impressive Great Hall to the more modest proportions of the drawing room for the second round of drinks. There were squashy sofas to sit on just in case one's liquor consumption had gone to one's head, and more substantial nibbles were being passed around while they waited for Forbes to announce dinner.
Rupert wasn't lurking in any corner of the freshly papered space. Wallpaper had gone out of fashion during the war because of the paper shortage, but the drawing room now had sedate cream and gold stripes on the walls, with a few modern paintings that were just avant-garde enough without being inscrutable. Addie had convinced noted decorator Elsie de Wolfe to help her with the renovations, and was very pleased with the results.
She wondered what Rupert would have thought of the redecoration. More than half the rambling house was still shut up — Addie was not made of money, despite what everyone thought — but on the whole she was glad she was able to bring new life to the old place. It wasn't too modern; that would have been sacrilege. The house had been in Rupert's family for generations, hopscotching between uncles and cousins and grandmothers. Rupert's own granny had left it to him when she died right before the war, and Addie had been brought here as a youngish bride after.
Then it had been cold and cheerless, its furniture rotting, the carpets moth-eaten, the curtains shredding, a definite smell of rheumatism liniment and mouse everywhere. Addie had done what she could at the time, but Rupert was far more interested in collecting motor cars to put in the newly repurposed stables. If he'd purchased a decent period dining table instead of the Hispano-Suiza, he might be sitting at the head of it tonight, she thought somewhat unkindly.
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- Language : English
- Paperback : 256 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1464210721
- ISBN-13 : 978-1464210723
- Item Weight : 9.6 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.5 x 0.64 x 8.5 inches
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About the author
Maggie Robinson is a former teacher, library clerk and mother of four who woke up in the middle of the night, absolutely compelled to create the perfect man and use as many adjectives and adverbs as possible doing so. A transplanted New Yorker, she lives with her not-quite perfect husband in Maine, where the cold winters are ideal for staying inside and writing hot historical romances, and her latest venture, the Lady Adelaide Mysteries, set in the 1920s.
Her Victorian-set 3-book series, the Cotswold Confidential novels, released in 2017. The first, Schooling the Viscount, was an Amazon editors' best romance of the month. She is the author of three previous series: Courtesan Court (Regency, 4 books and 2 novellas), London List (Regency, 3 books), and Ladies Unlaced (Edwardian, 4 books), as well as two standalone Regency erotic novels written as Margaret Rowe. Her books have been translated into Thai, Japanese, Russian, Portuguese, Turkish, Italian, Dutch, French and German. Maggie is a two-time nominee for an RT Book Reviews Magazine's Reviewers Choice Award.
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- Reviewed in the United States on December 15, 2024I loved this book. It is very witty and fun to read. The plot is well thought out and easy to read.
- Reviewed in the United States on September 12, 2024This is a fun read. The characters are charming and fun. Compared to cozy mysteries written in the era in which this story is set, I’d have to rate it a 3, but as a contemporary book set in that era, I’d have to give it a 4. There are so many bad, silly, and poorly written cozies now, that one like this can be considered a find! I enjoyed it, and would think that many other readers would, also.
- Reviewed in the United States on November 21, 2024Nice pacing, interesting characters, and a completed story within a promising series. The story line caught me quickly and the book is a nice length. The long list of characters in the beginning almost threw me. A reference might be nice, but I don’t want to feel I NEED one. I did not, so all is well.
- Reviewed in the United States on February 26, 2022Four stars minus. This book is the first in a series of historic 1920’s cozy mysteries featuring Lady Adelaide Compton as the amateur detective. Lady Adelaide is young, wealthy and a recent widow. Her dead husband was a cad and in an unusual twist, he is only mostly dead. Lady Adelaide is hosting a house party weekend at her home in the English countryside when her ghostly husband pops up. Not surprisingly, he is only visible and audible to Lady Adelaide. The weekend is barely underway when the first body is discovered. The first book in a series requires extra effort by the author since this book must set the stage, introduce the continuing characters, and tell a story that is entertaining so that the reader will want to buy the next book. Our author did a good job. The pacing is brisk, and the reader does not get bogged down in too much introductory material. There are murders, but no gory details. The language is mild. The list of continuing characters is short, but they have potential- especially Inspector Devenand Hunter from Scotland Yard. The biggest weakness is a lack of complexity and richness. Perhaps it never aspired to more. It’s fine, it’s light, it’s quick, it’s inexpensive, and it’s forgettable. Sometimes that is exactly what you want to read.
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- Reviewed in the United States on April 30, 2022It was kind of like a "Topper" takeoff. So parts were fun ... but way too many characters to track back and forth. I did enjoy parts, but I was glad when it I was done. Not seeking out the next in the series.
- Reviewed in the United States on December 21, 2024Loved this story from beginning to end The background History, Suspense with believable, charming and psychedelic characters in such a variety of situations.
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- Reviewed in the United States on August 21, 2024This was a different kind of ghost story where the deceased ex husband was able to gather information and move items. I look forward to reading more in the series.
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If you like a good mystery that is light reading and a time frame from the 1920 - 30's, then this book is for you. It is the author's first and I am really looking forward to the next one to see how our heroine gets on now that she is an independent widow. I hope the next book is not one that is a year in the making.