That Silent Night by Tasha Alexander is a Christmas novella in the Lady Emily Mysteries series (Available for only $1.99 below). Lady Emily and her dashing husband Colin are spending a few days in London, doing some last-minute Christmas shopping and making the most of the time alone, when they find themselves in the middle…
The Adventuress by Tasha Alexander is the 10th Victorian mystery in the Lady Emily series (available October 13, 2015). Emily and husband Colin have come to the French Riviera for what should be a joyous occasion – the engagement party of her lifelong friend Jeremy, Duke of Bainbridge, and Amity Wells, an American heiress. But…
Join Rhys Bowen and Tasha Alexander as they discuss their favorite (and least) crime televison series, casting decisions, and ponder the perfect actors to play their own leading characters! Rhys Bowen: Tasha, do you watch many mysteries/crime shows on TV? I am not a huge TV viewer and I find that most of the shows…
The Counterfeit Heiress by Tasha Alexander is the ninth Victorian mystery featuring amateur sleuth Lady Emily (available October 14, 2014). The Counterfeit Heiress, the ninth book in the Lady Emily series, opens at a lavish costume ball that actually took place in 1897, hosted by the Duchess of Devonshire. Our narrator and plucky heroine is…
Behind the Shattered Glass by Tasha Alexander is the eighth book in the Lady Emily historical mystery series (available October 15, 2013). Lady Emily Hargreaves is just sitting down for after-dinner coffee in her charming country manor house when a man staggers through the French doors and falls down dead at her husband’s feet. A…
An excerpt of Death in the Floating City, the seventh historical mystery in the Lady Emily series by Tasha Alexander (available October 16, 2012). Years ago, Emily’s childhood nemesis, Emma Callum, scandalized polite society when she eloped to Venice with an Italian count. But now her father-in-law lies murdered, and her husband has vanished. …
I was dancing while he burned, but I had no way of knowing that, not then, while spinning on the tips of my toes, my husband’s grip firm around my waist as he led me around the ballroom again and again, glistening beads of sweat forming on his forehead. My heart was light; my head…
