Cross Check

A murderous confessional full of twists and turns Friendship Can Be Murder!

Reviewers said:

"…the heroine is completely without morals…You really should not like her, but you find yourself wishing her every success in her increasingly bizarre schemes and personal entanglements"

"Outstandingly witty, daft, exciting and so enjoyable!! This is the best book I have read in a long time. Exquisite!!"

"…enables the reader to enter into the twisted world of the main character … reading her journal … you take voyeuristic pleasure in her inner thoughts, plans & audacious exploits"

Cressida Barker-Powell, spoiled society girl and recent widow is back, and back with a vengeance. She is making a list and cross-checking it twice. If you're on her list, you're dead. No ifs. No buts. No maybes. She's making the world a better place for the few people she cares about, and if someone's got to die to make that happen, so be it.



But with a new man in her life, a baby on the way and two small children to care for, it's not easy to fit in her murderous activities. At the same time, she yearns to be a better person for the sake of her impromptu family. If only she could just get rid of a few more unpleasant people, then she could get back to being the earth-mother and matchmaker she knows is her true gift.

Find out just how Cressida juggles poisonings and suffocations with ante-natal clinic appointments and the school run in this, the second book of the trilogy.



As in the first book, Criss Cross, Cressida uses her journal to plot murder and analyse her feelings.



Buy Cross Check: Book 2 of the Friendship Can Be Murder trilogy now for a dark, humorous tale of murder, revenge and choosing the right outfit for a dastardly deed.



Extract from Cross Check: Book 2 of the Friendship Can Be Murder trilogy:



I barely had time to sit down with my hot chocolate when she said, as if she'd been brooding on it for a long time and couldn't hold back a moment longer, "So how easy would it be to hire a hit man, do you think?"

Back to that again. As I looked at her, she added, "Also, how much do you think they'd charge, because I could only go up to about £5,000. By the way, you've got a marshmallow moustache."

For God's sake!

"Henrietta," I began, "we've already gone into this…" but she interrupted, still agitated, turning to face me, and clutching my hands.

"I'm desperate, Cressida. I'd do anything to help Mavis and get rid of that odious man. You have no idea what it's like, day after day, the strain we're under. I can't do it anymore. All I want is to spend the rest of my life with the woman I love."

"Well you won't be able to do that if you're in prison for conspiracy to commit murder, will you?" I said waspishly. Nabbing a teaspoon and giving it a wipe on the hem of my Paul Sm...