The first thing you might be wondering is how I ended up in Christmastown. Typical story, really. Widowed thirty-something running her own business—in my case the charming Coast Inn located on the Oregon coast—meets tall, broodingly handsome stranger on vacation. They fall in love. After a whirlwind courtship, the man makes a confession: He’s Santa Claus.

Okay, maybe the Santa Claus part isn’t typical. I know it threw me for a loop.

I married Nick Claus and now I live in Castle Kringle just outside Christmastown, in Santaland. My name is April, which is the first indication that I wasn’t born to live in a world of elves, snowmen, and never-ending reindeer games. I’m also allergic to the cold, but with the help of blazing fires, endless hot beverages, carbs galore, and a wardrobe of boiled wool and down, I’m adapting.

Nick and I are far from alone in the castle. Nick’s mother, Pamela, a knitting and baking dervish, is the clan matriarch and keeps the castle running with relentless cheeriness. There are also two other Claus siblings, as well as Nick’s nephew, Christopher, and Christopher’s recently widowed mother, Tiffany, a former competitive ice skater you might have seen twirling across your television screen in her heyday. A host of elves make up the castle’s staff, including Jingles, our invaluable steward. Oh, and Nick’s sister, Lucia, has a reindeer friend, Quasar. He lives in the castle, too.

Though Clauses are like royalty in Santaland—imagine the House of Windsor, only icier—Nick is encouraging family members to join the twenty-first century and make themselves useful. My particular job is to schedule the many musical entertainments during the holidays, so part of my day is devoted to various bands, singers, elf cloggers, and even a reindeer bell choir. Nick and I also preside at charitable events, ribbon cuttings, and contests.

The annual ice sculpture contest a few days ago was where all the trouble began. One amateur sculptor, a cranky elf named Giblet Hollyberry, didn’t react well to his second-place finish in the competition, which Nick judged. Giblet threw all sorts of accusations at Nick, even calling him a murderer. The next morning the elf sculptor was dead under very suspicious circumstances. When a snowman who might have witnessed the killer leaving Giblet’s cottage the morning of the murder fell victim to a vicious blowtorch attack, it was obvious that a Christmastown crime spree was underway. And who’s the most likely suspect? My husband, Santa Claus.

What’s even more troubling is that I keep stumbling across clues that point to Nick as the murderer, but I’m sure he’s innocent. I’ve made some whopper mistakes in my life, but I’m pretty sure I’d know if I’d married a homicidal Santa. Unfortunately, the law in Santaland is represented by Constable Crinkles, who is more Keystone Cop than Hercule Poirot. With the biggest holiday of the year only days away, I need to roll up my wooly sleeves, put on my detective cap, and get to work to save Nick’s reputation, our marriage, and maybe Christmas itself.


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Mrs. Claus and the Santaland Slayings is the first book in the NEW “Mrs. Claus” cozy mystery series, released September 29, 2020.

It’s the first Christmas in Santaland for April Claus—but it may also be her last unless she can uncover a villain with a killer Christmas wish. . . .

Love is full of surprises—though few compare to realizing that you’re marrying the real-life Santa. April Claus dearly loves her new husband, Nick, but adjusting to life in the North Pole is not all sugarplums and candy canes. Especially when a cantankerous elf named Giblet Hollyberry is killed—felled by a black widow spider in his stocking—shortly after publicly arguing with Nick.

Christmastown is hardly a hotbed of crime, aside from mishaps caused by too much eggnog, but April disagrees with Constable Crinkle’s verdict of accidental death. As April sets out to find the culprit, it’ll mean putting the future of Christmas on the line—and hoping her own name isn’t on a lethal naughty list . . .

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About the author
Liz Ireland, author of the Mrs. Claus mystery series, grew up in Texas, where she enjoyed a childhood of green Christmases. She also writes historical mysteries under the pen name Liz Freeland and women’s fiction as Elizabeth Bass. She’s a member of Crime Writers of Canada, Mystery Writers of America, and Sisters in Crime. Liz currently lives on Vancouver Island in British Columbia.

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