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About the Author

  Christina Larmer is a journalist, editor, blogger and author of ten books including The Agatha Christie Book Club series, An Island Lost and six in the popular Ghostwriter Mystery series. She also wrote the non-fiction book A Measure of Papua New Guinea (Focus; 2008). Christina grew up in Papua New Guinea, spent several years working in London, Los Angeles and New York, and now lives with her musician husband and two sons in the Byron Bay hinterland of Northern NSW, Australia.

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  • Here’s an introduction to the second in the Ghostwriter Mystery series:

  A Plot to Die For

  When ghostwriter Roxy Parker accepts a job at a tropical island resort, she expects little more than a good story and a touch of sunstroke. Instead she stumbles upon her hotelier client, murdered and buried in a plot of sand, her head protruding ghoulishly for the crabs to devour. And around her, an ensemble cast of glamorous guests who are all hiding something behind their over-sized Gucci sunglasses.

  In this modern homage to Agatha Christie’s Evil Under the Sun—and the second in the Ghostwriter Mystery series—sassy writer Roxy Parker finds herself on a remote island retreat with a collection of fabulously wealthy guests, shifty locals and biased police officers, all of whom she must rely on to help solve the mystery of who killed resort owner Abigail Lilton.

  A Plot to Die For

  Copyright 2011 Larmer Media

  Prologue

  From a distance it looked like little more than an old coconut perched on the fringes of the beach, its husk tufting up in all directions. Upon closer inspection, however, it proved to be a human head, a woman’s, her long hair poking out in every direction while crabs scuttled over the skull, devouring what remained of her flesh. Roxy would have screamed if she could find her voice. Instead, she stared mutely, shaking, knowing only too well whose head it belonged to and wondering, somewhat oddly, where the body had got to.