Everyone In My Family Has Killed Someone
I knew our family reunion wouldn't end well. But I didn't expect murder.
Maybe I should have known better. After all, everyone in my family is a killer. My parents, my siblings, my in-laws . . . even me. The deaths weren't all deliberate, of course. Accidents happen.
So when a body is found in the snow, it's clear it's the work of a Cunningham. But which one? And why?
I'll give you one clue: it wasn't me.
But a piece of advice? Never trust a Cunningham . . .
Everyone on this Train is a Suspect
When the Australian Mystery Writers’ Society invites six authors to a festival aboard the Ghan – the famous Darwin to Adelaide train – it’s a who’s who of crime writing royalty. And me! (The lowly debut author.)
But when one of us is murdered, six authors must become five detectives. This should be easy. Aren’t we all experts in whodunnits?
Unfortunately, that also makes us experts in how to commit murder. And, when there’s been one, another’s sure to follow.
Someone has to solve the case. But can I really outsmart the experts, and catch the killer?
Everyone This Christmas has a Secret [Hardcover]
My name is Ernest Cunningham.
I’m not a detective. I just happen to have a knack for what makes mysteries – and murderers – tick. I’d hoped, this Christmas, that any killers out there might be willing to take a break for the holidays.
I was wrong.
So here I am, backstage at the Christmas show of world-famous magician Rylan Blaze, whose benefactor has just been murdered. From the magician’s assistant to the hypnotist, my suspects are all professional tricksters. Masters in the art of misdirection.
My clues are even more of a mystery:
A suspect covered in blood, with no memory of how it got there.
A murder committed without setting foot inside the room where it happens.
And an advent calendar. Because, you know. It’s Christmas.
Solving the murder is the only gift I want this year.
But can I catch a killer, and make it home for Christmas alive?
