Murder Tres Gauche

One thing you can say about the apocalypse, the traffic problem seems to be solved But that’s about all, especially for one American ex-pat stranded in France and trying to make the best of it. When a fellow American at the nearby alien detention camp is accused of murdering her French lover it’s up to Jules to prove she didn’t do it. Jules will travel to Aix-en-Provence to see how her countrywoman was forced to live after the lights turned off, to uncover the people who betrayed her—and why—and finally to confront the ruthless female warden of the alien detention camp who is determined to make her American prisoner pay—not just for the murdered Frenchman, but for the apocalypse itself.

One thing you can say about the apocalypse, it fixed the traffic problem But that's about all, especially for one American ex-pat stranded in France and trying to make the best of it. When a fellow American at the nearby alien detention camp is accused of murdering her French lover it's up to Jules to prove she didn't do it. Jules will travel to Aix-en-Provence to see how her countrywoman was forced to live after the lights turned off, to uncover the people who betrayed her-and why-and finally, to confront the ruthless female warden of the alien detention camp who is determined to make her American prisoner pay-not just for the murdered Frenchman, but for the apocalypse itself.Check out Book 7 in the Stranded in Provence cozy mystery series.Genre: light cozy mystery, women amateur sleuth, animal (dog) (cat)

Murder, Voila! shows just how far Jules has come in the three years since the EMP stranded her in Provence. Limited electricity has come back to the area and phone lines are back up—at least for the sick and elderly. Jules continues to make her living as a private investigator although she still struggles with the language and life is full of rose wines, amazing food and the scent of lavender everywhere. On top of all that, she’s getting married! Just when life seems perfect with her pending nuptials to the Chabanel Chief of Police, his contentious mother comes to town to stop the wedding—and ends up dead. Will Luc be able to see past his mother’s murder and the fact that it appears as if one of Jules’ elderly roommates did the honors?

A charming Parisian brasserie, a buried secret and a winding labyrinth of clues come together to form a terrifying triumvirate of mystery and shocking desire in the seventh An American in Paris Mystery. The American owner of a popular Left Bank eatery is arrested for his wife’s murder. Claire Baskerville, an American expat in Paris, must work quickly to find the real killer in order to return her grieving client to his two small children as soon as possible. The twist? The more she investigates, the more it starts to look as if her client really did it.

When the City of Light goes very dark... Claire Baskerville and her expat book club are accustomed to diving into thrilling narratives, but nothing could prepare them for a field trip into the shadowy depths of the Paris catacombs that ends in the murder of one of their members. Once the Parisian police arrest the leader of the book club as their prime suspect, Claire knows she has to do what she can to make sure the police aren’t wrong. In a race against time, Claire will need to navigate the intricate maze of underground tunnels and confront her own fears, even as she grapples with the shocking revelation that the killer is someone she knows well. This tale of murder and betrayal will keep you turning pages late into the night as you explore beneath the streets of Paris into its heart-stopping underworld.

Reunions are great. Especially if everyone makes it home alive. After twenty years living in France, Maggie’s proud of her language skills and her ability to adapt to a foreign culture, so when four women from her Atlanta high school invite her to get together for a mini reunion in Paris, Maggie can’t wait to show them how she’s changed. Unfortunately, after two awkward days and a miserable Seine River tour Maggie realizes what she should have remembered—three of the four girls were never really nice to her in high school—and the fourth one didn’t know she existed. Everything changes dramatically however, when, on the morning that Maggie decides to leave early, one of her friends is found brutally murdered in her hotel room. The police suspect the killer is one of the four surviving friends with Maggie’s name topping the list. Determined to prove her innocence, Maggie plunged into the secret pockets and hidden quarters of Montmartre and the nontouristy parts around the Sacre Coeur to find out the truth. In the process she discovers that each of her friends had reasons for wanting Christy dead. As suspicions deepen and tensions rise, what started as a fun reunion in the City of Light, becomes an intense game of life-and-death as Maggie races to unmask the killer and the decades-old secret that drives her—before she kills again. Murder in Montmartre is a riveting international whodunit about the snarled perceptions of old friendships, and the treasures - and tragedies - that can arise when a terrible past that won’t die collides with the lies of the present.

When Maggie and Grace take a much needed weekend trip to Grasse, the perfume capital of the world, they find rejuvenation, reconnection…and murder—a murder that may decide the future of the perfume industry in France. When the helpful docent of their perfume tour ends up dead in their rented apartment’s swimming pool, Maggie and Grace decide that something definitely smells rotten. When the girl’s twin sister begs them to look for the killer, they do—but there’s a catch. If they don’t find the killer in time, the tourism that the area depends so heavily on will dry up…like a rose petal in direct sunlight. With the clock ticking, Maggie and Grace will have to dig deep to find the culprit behind the murder before the killer decides that the two of them are the real barrier to a good life on the Côte d’Azur.

My name is Jules Hooker. I have lived through a few crappy moments in my life—and with a name like Hooker, you can just imagine—but nothing, nothing, compares to the two intensely and world-shatteringly crappy things that happened to me this last June. Three, I guess, if you count Gilbert. After my boyfriend dumped me on the day I thought he was going to propose, I’d have to say two other really bad things happened last June. The first would have to be the dead body I discovered in the rental house in France where I went to get over being dumped. The second—and very possibly I should have led with this—was the dirty bomb that exploded over the Riviera throwing me and everyone else in France back to the 1950s. So now I’m stranded here—trying to make a living by solving murders the old fashioned way — without help from DNA, databases, CSI crime labs or the police. And I’m doing it in France. Where I do not speak the language. During the apocalypse. Sound like fun?