Du Rose Sons
If you love the Hana Du Rose Mysteries, here is a taster of the next book with my kind regards.
Chapter 1Nothing rivalled the sight of breaking glass; a crashing, glittering parade of beautiful prisms; each one lethally charged with death. The transparent panes of the French doors were aged, placed into the wooden frames by hands long since dead by the time the rugged, red brick passed through their mottled surface. The clay missile fractured the wooden struts and caused two of the panes to hang like a torn curtain. The third shattered spectacularly, showering the room’s single occupant with spiteful shards of glass.
“What was that?” The first ear-splitting sound was followed by a deafening second as the hotel’s elderly housekeeper burst into the family room, her eyes wide
