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#Blog Tour #For Richer, For Deader by Helen Golden #Extract @rararesources

Today I’m delighted to present a guest post by Helen Golden, the author of a new exciting whodunnit For Richer, For Deader.

About the book:

For Richer, For Deader

Is the Wedding Between Sir Hewitt Willoughby-Franklin’s Step-Daughter and Billionaire’s Son Off?

Rumours are that the recent death of Kelley Lindsell (29), the personal chef of tycoon Rudy (68) and  Sheri Trotman (65) at Sir Hewitt’s Fawstead Manor country estate in Fenshire, has spooked Sybil Bransgrove (36) so badly she’s considering cancelling her nuptials.

Meanwhile the bride and her mother, Lady Grace (61), are being supported by family friend Lady Beatrice (36), the Countess of Rossex, who, alongside her business partner Perry Juke, is currently managing the project to refurbish the Manor House and Lodge on the estate.

Not again! Now that Lady Grace has asked Lady Beatrice to liaise with the police during the investigation into Kelley’s death, she’ll have to cooperate with boorish Detective Chief Inspector Richard Fitzwilliam whether she likes it or not. Her only relief will be solving the murder with the help of her friends Perry and Simon and her dog Daisy to get rid of him faster.  But with so many wedding party guests staying on-site, any one of them could be the killer. Can they find out who it is before Sybil calls off the wedding…

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For Richer, For Deader by Helen Golden — Extract


Dead animals with a threatening notes attached have been found at Fawstead Manor, the recently purchased country home of TV’s Sir Hewitt Willoughby-Franklin and his wife Lady Grace. Lady Beatrice, the Countess of Rossex, who is seventeenth in line to the British throne, and her business partner Perry Juke, are there working on the refurbishment of Fawstead in preparation for the arrival of the wedding party for the marriage of Lady Grace’s daughter Sybil to Otis Trotman, the son and heir of the American billionaire Rudy Trotman. Detective Chief Inspector Richard Fitzwilliam from Protection and Investigation (Royal) Services (PaIRS for short) has been sent to overseeing the local investigation and is upset when he arrives and finds out Lady Grace has banished the investigation teams to nearby Francis Court. Determined to overrule her ladyship, Fitzwilliam goes to confront her. Fortunately for Lady Beatrice and Perry they overheard the conversation from the room next door.


Walking into the sitting room a short while later, Lady Beatrice was curious to see Perry leaning up against a connecting door at the far end of the room, the side of his face pressed hard against the crack where the door met the frame. He saw her and, raising his forefinger to his lips, beckoned her over.

“This is great,” he whispered as she leaned in, frowning. “I think Fitzwilliam has met his match.”

Although, feeling slightly guilty about eavesdropping on a private conversation taking place in the room next door, Lady Beatrice’s curiosity overruled her misgivings. Bending towards the door below Perry, she pressed her ear against the crack.

“I don’t care if the king himself is in danger. I will not have you and your men setting up here, chief inspector. As I’ve already explained to you, I’ve very important guests arriving tomorrow, and I don’t want them upset by the police running around all over the place day and night—”

“But, Lady Grace, if we’re on-site, we have a much better chance of wrapping this up sooner, and then we’ll—”

“I don’t care, chief inspector. It’s bad enough having you here at all. I won’t agree to allowing you to set up an office here and that’s final. Lady Beatrice has kindly offered you somewhere to park yourselves at Francis Court, and I think that’s a more than adequate arrangement.”

“But, Lady Grace, if I could just—”

“No, you can’t, chief inspector! Now I’m sure you have better things to do than stand here and argue with me. I certainly do!”

This is just brilliant. I wish I was a fly on that wall right now. I would so dearly love to see his face.

“Well, Lady Grace. I’m disappointed that you will not co-operate, but at your request, we’ll remain at Francis Court for the moment. But I need to warn you—”

“Before you warn me of anything, chief inspector, I should probably tell you that my husband is a very good friend of Nigel Blake’s, who I believe is your boss—”

Oh yes, we like a bit of ‘I know your boss’ play. It was something her mother did so well too. It was a brave man who went up against the formidable women of the British aristocracy.

 “—and I’m sure a quick call to him will resolve this if you’d prefer?”

There was a deadly silence on the other side of the door. Perry looked down at Lady Beatrice, a huge grin on his face.

“That won’t be necessary, your ladyship. Thank you.”

Perry and Lady Beatrice jumped up and ran to the door of the sitting room. Peering around the frame, they were just in time to see Fitzwilliam stomping across the hall and disappearing into the corridor at the far side.

About Helen Golden

Hello. I’m Helen Golden. I write British contemporary cozy whodunnits with a hint of humour. I live in small village in Lincolnshire in the UK with my husband, my step-daughter, her two cats, our two dogs, sometimes my step-son, and our tortoise.

I used to work in senior management, but after my recent job came to a natural end I had the opportunity to follow my dreams and start writing. It’s very early in my life as an author, but so far I’m loving it.

It’s crazy busy at our house, so when I’m writing I retreat to our caravan (an impulsive lockdown purchase) which is mostly parked on our drive. When I really need total peace and quiet, I take it to a lovely site about 15 minutes away and hide there until my family runs out of food or clean clothes

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Thank you to Helen for the extract from her new book and thank you for stopping by and reading the post!

Have a wonderful Sunday!

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