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A NEW CHRISTMAS STORY from the author of bestselling murder mystery Death & Croissants - the most hilarious murder mystery since Richard Osman's The Thursday Murder Club Richard Ainsworth is preparing for the Christmas of his dreams: quiet, no guests at his French B&B and his favourite films on the TV. None of which seems on the cards when his rural peace is shattered by the unexpected arrival of a familiar face. Valerie d'Orcay has hotfooted it from Paris with her chihuahua in tow and an invitation to a Christmas themed murder mystery game. Richard begrudgingly dresses up as Father Christmas, but the costume becomes the least of his worries when he realises this isn't a game to everyone. As other guests arrive to join the hunt, can Richard work out who is the victim - and who is murderer? READERS RALLY FOR FOLLET VALLEY! 'A very funny page-turner. Fantastique!' Adam Kay, This is Going to Hurt 'Bloody and funny. In fact, bloody funny!' Alan Carr 'A writer of immense wit and charm' Paul Sinha 'One of my favourite writers... hilarious and a great mystery too' Janey Godley 'Like going on a joyous romp through the Loire valley with Agatha Christie, PG Woodhouse and Mc Beaton. A delight' K. McDonnell 'Moore's French whodunnit is an engaging caper through the Loire Valley with an expat reluctant hero mixed up with a Maigret-like rural cast, a glamorous heroine and a couple of Mafia killers. It is finely paced, truly funny and written with a wry detachment that conjures up a gentler age of murder mystery' The Times