New Release in the Mona Moon Series by Abigail Keam
Hello Dear Readers:
I thought I'd give you a heads up. Abigail Keam has a new release coming out!! It's Book 8 in the Mona Moon Mystery Series.
I've read all the books so far and I'll be getting this one too. If you like cozy mysteries and this one's set in historic times, snap this one up because you'll find it very entertaining.
Murder Under a New Moon will release on Christmas Day!
Here's the Blurb:
Robert Farley is now a bonafide duke, and solicitors from the Duchy of Brynelleth have come to negotiate his marriage contract to Mona Moon. When the three solicitors demand that Mona relinquish Moon Enterprises and live in England full time, she threatens to give Robert back his engagement ring and call off the wedding.
She says quite frankly, “I’m not going to give up one of the largest mining conglomerates in the world just so I can host dinner parties at Brynelleth for your snotty friends.”
Robert, caught between the responsibilities demanded by Brynelleth and his deep love for Mona, is furious with his solicitors for not being more diplomatic. However, the matter resolves itself when the three English solicitors are caught visiting the notorious bawdy house of Belle Brezing, the most famous madam in the South.
Ooops! Events are made worse when one of them turns up dead in the bed of a lady-of-the-evening.
Now Mona and Robert must find the culprit before their reputations are torn to shreds by their enemies. Fast-moving events threaten to turn Mona’s world upside-down as she is confronted with seemingly impossible decisions to make.
Should she marry Robert Farley or not?
Here's an excerpt:
“I must keep my family name,” Mona declared.
“You will, miss. Madeline Mona Moon Farley, Duchess of Brynelleth,” the English solicitor replied.
Mona tapped a finger on the conference table. “Mr. Dankworth, I don’t think you understand. According to my uncle’s will, I and my children must keep our last name legally Moon or we lose everything. We will be cast aside.”
The chief solicitor looked aghast. “But Miss Moon, you will be a duchess. Your children will be in line to the English throne.”
“That is such poppycock. I care nothing about being a duchess, and my children becoming king or queen of Great Britain is about as likely as me living on the moon. What I care about is being in control of Moon Enterprises. Moon Enterprises is worth twenty times that of the Brynelleth estate.”
The main solicitor tore off his pince-nez in frustration. A whiff of his cologne drifted across the room. Some of it must have spilled on his waistcoat in which a pocket watch was tucked away. This was not the type of man to wear a Jaeger-LeCoultre Reverso wristwatch or believe in central heating. “Miss Moon, I don’t think you understand the gravity of becoming the wife of His Grace, Duke of Brynelleth. By doing what you propose, you will make His Grace the laughing stock of England. You will not even be in the United States to tend to Moon Enterprises. You’ll be residing in England.”
“Sir, I don’t think you understand the gravity of running Moon Enterprises. I have thousands of employees working for me, not to mention thousands of acres of land to manage. Moon Enterprises brings in millions of dollars every year to be dispensed to these workers and invested back into the company. How much does Brynelleth bring in? How many workers does Brynelleth have? Maybe a hundred at its height, not to mention that Brynelleth is in debt up to its neck. While Moon Enterprises is mining copper and other ores for the industrial might of the United States, Brynelleth is planting turnips.”