Hardy Haul at Hardy Haul is a clean, clever cosy without, exceptionally, any murders. It's a heisty, feisty farce that will appeal, obviously, to readers of Anty Boisjoly, but also PG Wodehouse, Agatha Christie, and Dorothy L Sayers, and above all to those who like a little or, ideally, a lot of comedy in their cosies.

The theft of an immensely valuable, immensely ugly necklace is only the beginning of the intrigues and oddities at a country weekend at Hardy Hall where Teddy Quillfeather's mother has sent her with strict instructions to select an eligible bachelor from a short list of aristocrats, plutocrats, and copycats.

But when Teddy tries to set things right with her natural knack for applied shenanigans she instead uncovers countless connected, complex criminal conspiracies complicated by country house courtesies. It's a comedy of manners and caper of manors and the only solution, if you're Teddy Quillfeather, is obviously another heist...