I think I’m in love! Unfortunately, I’m in love with the same man in the village who all the other spinsters and widows of a certain age seem to be in love with.

The man in question is the rather delicious, Call-me-Danny Pritchard – our new vicar (he likes to be informal). I’m not cradle snatching either. He’s only a few years younger than me and, although I say it myself, I think he’s taken a shine to yours truly and I don’t think it’s just because of my flower arranging skills.

Needless to say, my ever-sensible daughter Kat, likes to pour the proverbial bucket of cold water over my dreams. “Mum,” she says with a roll of her beautiful eyes, “Do you really want to be a vicar’s wife? Organising all those coffee mornings? Taking soup to the needy? Dealing with the Parish council?” to which I say, “Yes! Bring it on!”

Kat thinks I’m over-romanticizing my “friendship” with Danny. She insists that my imagination is galloping away from reality and that call-me-Danny is not a hero on the cover of my last romance novel. To be honest, he could easily have modelled for it with his long grey hair tumbling down to his shoulders that he tries to restrain in a man-bun. And when Danny cuts the grass in the cemetery and gets all hot … well … what can I say? And then, put him in the pulpit and see those eyes blazing with fervour – I know I’m not the only woman in the parish that needs a whiff of old-fashioned smelling salts during the morning service.

There is a snag though and the snag is his mother Ruby. I can’t quite make her out. She’s a bit of a mystery and keeps herself to herself. Personally, I think she has agoraphobia so I make a point of calling on her every day to make sure she’s okay even though she rarely answers the door and if she does, it’s just a crack and Ruby’s always too busy to invite me in. I only want to be friends. Actually, that’s not quite true. I really want to know where Danny goes on his shiny red Harley Davidson motorbike at odd hours of the day and night. At this point I must add that I’m not keen about riding in the sidecar. It’s not elegant at my age (who wants helmet hair?) but I’m sure that once we’re together I can persuade him to get rid of it.

Unfortunately Kat isn’t as enamoured with our vicar as I am but I think it’s because she’s too caught up in wondering what is wrong with her boring boyfriend, Detective Inspector Shawn Cropper. She says he’s been rather secretive recently. Shawn and I have never seen eye-to-eye (and she could definitely do better) but recently he’s been just a little bit too interested in my financial troubles. If I was writing about murder rather than love and I put him in a book, I’m afraid his character wouldn’t make it to The End.

Speaking of my writing. My daily routine has fallen by the wayside. Every morning I used to be in my writing room i.e. the former hen house outside in the courtyard, sitting at my old typewriter at nine on the dot. I’d write until lunchtime, take a little afternoon nap, and be back at the Olivetti at two-thirty to put in a few more hours. But now with helping Danny out with the flowers, cleaning the brass and what-not I just haven’t had the time! Perhaps I should give up my writing career. After all, who needs to write about it when I can have the real thing! Wish me luck.

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Dagger of Death at Honeychurch Hall, A Honeychurch Hall Mystery Book #10
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Release: November 2023
Format: Digital (November 2, 2023), Print (February 13, 2024)
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Is it a question of turn the other cheek… or an eye for an eye?

At last St Mary’s church is going to have its own vicar! Not only that, the gorgeous Reverend Pritchard is sixty, single… and in need of a wife.

But when he spearheads a campaign to restore a derelict chapel – rumoured to be haunted by a German Luftwaffe pilot- in a far-flung corner of the Honeychurch estate, the Dowager Countess puts her foot down. But nobody quite understands why…

Meanwhile, a fierce bidding war at an auction of military memorabilia ends in Kat’s female adversary being murdered and Kat being held as the prime suspect. And then it turns out that several of the auctioned items are connected to Operation Tiger, a doomed rehearsal for the D-Day landings that took place in nearby Slapton Sands all those years ago. And Kat begins to realise that the vicar, the Luftwaffe ghost and all the World War II weaponry may all somehow be related…


About the author
British born; Hannah originally moved to Los Angeles to pursue screenwriting. She has been an obituary reporter, antique dealer, private jet flight attendant and Hollywood story analyst. After twenty-five years living on the West Coast, Hannah returned to the UK where she shares her life with two high-spirited Hungarian Vizslas. She enjoys all country pursuits, movies, and theatre, reading and seriously good chocolate.

Hannah writes the Honeychurch Hall Mysteries (Constable) the Island Sisters Mysteries (Minotaur) and the Vicky Hill Mysteries (Constable).

Visit Hannah at her website, hannahdennison.com, on Facebook, and on Instagram.