When murder taints writer-in-residence Penelope Parish’s charming British bookshop, she must follow the clues to catch a killer before tempers boil over.   Penelope Parish thought she’d turned the page on her amateur sleuthing days but when the owner of Upper Chumley-on-Stokes’ proposed first high-end gourmet shop is poisoned, the American novelist starts to wonder if she and her quaint British town are in for another rewrite. It turns out that not everyone was a fan of Simeon Foster’s farm-sourced charcuterie and imported pastries—many of the locals were outraged by the potential new competition.   With a full menu of suspects on her hands, this just might be Penelope’s toughest case yet. Luckily, her friends at the Open Book are there to help with every twist of the poisoned pen. Praise for Margaret Loudon “You won’t want to miss new amateur sleuth Penelope Parish as she travels across the pond to the Open Book Bookstore in Merrie Old England. Margaret Loudon has penned an irresistible cozy mystery that will delight your imagination and introduce you to a cast of interesting and quirky characters.”—Paige Shelton, New York Times bestselling author on Murder in the Margins “As if ivy-covered cottages, a cozy bookstore, and a quaint teashop weren’t charming enough, the Open Book Mysteries also feature a dashing detective, an eligible Duke, and a host of smart, sassy women. Pure bliss!”— New York Times bestselling author Ellery Adams  “A bookshop, lots of tea, a pub, and an English village filled with quirky characters—Margaret Loudon’s Murder in the Margins has all the ingredients for a delightful read!—Marty Wingate, USA Today bestselling author of The Bodies in the Library "Delightfully unpredictable characters, a charming sleuth, and a touch of romance enhance this sophomore entry."— Kirkus Reviews on A Fatal Footnote "Book stores and tea rooms and castles in England. Village fetes, charming police officers, and handsome aristocrats. Tea and Cornish pasties and fairy cakes.  A town named Chumley-on-Stoke. Plus a writer struggling with writers block. What’s not to like in this absolutely delightful new series by Margaret Loudon? I can't wait to see what Pen Parish and her friends at The Open Book get up to next.”—Vicki Delany, author of Silent Night, Deadly Night Margaret Loudon is the national bestselling author of the Farmer's Daughter Mysteries, the Cranberry Cove Mysteries, and the Gourmet De-Lite Mysteries, written under the name Peg Cochran. She also wrote the Sweet Nothings Lingerie Mysteries under the name Meg London. One Penelope "Pen" Parish never thought she'd write one bestseller, let alone two, but unless her editor was lying (and that wouldn't be like Bettina at all-she was usually brutally honest), her latest Gothic novel, The Woman in the Fog, had indeed landed on the bestseller list. After her first hit, Lady of the Moors, Pen had come smack up against that wall known as writer's block and had chased her illusive muse all the way to Upper Chumley-on-Stoke, England, where she'd taken a writer-in-residence position at the Open Book bookstore. The grass is always greener on the other side (of the Atlantic, in this case), right? And, much to her amazement, the change of scenery had worked its magic. Her writer's block had dissolved into thin air, and she'd managed to produce another bestseller by the skin of her teeth. The Woman in the Fog was doing quite nicely, and Penelope was settling down in Chum, as it was known to the residents, equally well. It was late afternoon and dusk was quickly descending. Penelope saw the streetlights winking on along the high street through the diamond-paned windows of the Open Book. She was shelving some books for Mabel Morris, the owner, when the door opened and Gladys Watkins rushed in. Gladys owned the Pig in a Poke, Chumley's butcher shop, and had dashed across the high street with her coat thrown over her apron. Her blue eyes were even wider than normal and her hair, which was never particularly well-coifed, looked even more disheveled than usual. "I'm not late, am I?" she called out to no one in particular. Mabel looked up from the invoices she was thumbing through and glanced at her watch. "We still have twenty minutes." Gladys's shoulders sagged in relief. Pen put down the stack of books she was holding and wandered over to the front counter. "Not late for what?" she said. "The nerve of the man." Gladys's chin quivered. "Indeed!" India Culpepper joined them at the counter. Thin to the point of being gaunt, India had elbows and knees that stuck out at sharp angles and was to the manor born-a distant cousin of Arthur Worthington, the Duke of Upper Chumley-on-Stoke. Unfortunately, she was also one of any number of England's impoverished nobility who clung to the family silver with its engraved crests even as they darned the holes in their socks and put pots under the leaks in the roof. "Late for what?" P