The New York Times bestselling Book Retreat mysteries feature Storyton Hall, the perfect getaway for literature lovers—except when a guest tries to get away with murder… With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, Jane Steward is organizing a week of activities for fans of love stories at her book-themed resort. But her Regency readers barely have time to brush up on their Jane Austen before tragedy strikes Storyton Hall. Rosamund York, one of the most celebrated authors in attendance, is killed. Rosamund had as many enemies as she did admirers, including envious fellow novelists, a jealous former lover, and dozens of angry fans. It’s up to Jane, with the help of her book club, the Cover Girls, to catalogue the list of suspects and find a heartless killer quickly—before the murderer writes someone else off… Praise for  Murder in the Mystery Suite “A clever plot, a likable and intrepid heroine, and a strong sense of place.”— Richmond Times-Dispatch “Adams makes Storyton Hall come to life.”— Fresh Fiction “Book lovers are going to come for a visit and never want to leave.”— Escape with Dollycas “A very original debut mystery by an experienced author… A suspenseful and compelling read.”— Kings River Life   Ellery Adams  is the author of three New York Times bestselling series, including the Book Retreat mysteries ( Murder in the Mystery Suite ), the Books by the Bay Mysteries ( Lethal Letters ,  Poisoned Prose , Written in Stone, The Last Word, A Deadly Cliche, A Killer Plot ), and the Charmed Pie Shoppe Mysteries ( Peach Pies and Alibis , Pies and Prejudice ). Ms. Adams has held many jobs, including caterer, retail clerk, car salesperson, teacher, tutor, and tech writer, all while penning poems, children’s books, and novels. She writes and creates culinary delights from her home in central Virginia. WELCOME TO STORYTON HALL OUR STAFF IS HERE TO SERVE YOU Resort Manager—Jane Steward Butler—Mr. Butterworth Head Librarian—Mr. Sinclair Head Chauffeur—Mr. Sterling Head of Recreation—Mr. Lachlan Head of Housekeeping—Mrs. Pimpernel Head Chef—Mrs. Hubbard SELECT MERCHANTS OF STORYTON VILLAGE Run for Cover Bookshop—Eloise Alcott Daily Bread Café—Edwin Alcott Cheshire Cat Pub—Bob and Betty Carmichael The Canvas Creamery—Phoebe Doyle La Grande Dame Clothing Boutique—Mabel Wimberly Tresses Hair Salon—Violet Osborne The Pickled Pig Market—the Hogg brothers Geppetto’s Toy Shop—Barnaby Nicholas The Potter’s Shed—Tom Green ONE “You expect me to break that with my bare hand?” Jane Steward, manager of Storyton Hall and mother of six-year-old twin boys, pointed at a piece of wood in disbelief. “I certainly do,” replied Sinclair, Storyton’s head librarian. He was looking at Jane with the fixed stare he reserved for guests who made too much noise in one of the resort’s reading rooms or had mishandled a book. Storyton Hall had thousands of books, and Sinclair knew the location and condition of every volume. He cared for the books as though they were priceless treasures. And to those who worked and visited Storyton, that’s exactly what they were. People came from across the globe to spend a few days in the stately manor house tucked away in an isolated valley in western Virginia. Surrounded by blue hills and pristine forests, Storyton Hall was heaven on earth for bibliophiles. Jane glanced around and for a moment, nearly forgot that she was standing directly beneath the carriage house in a room that didn’t appear on the official blueprints. In fact, only a few people knew of its existence. Like Sinclair, they used the practice space to hone their martial arts skills. Butterworth, the butler, was particularly fond of attacking the seventy-pound weighted bags hanging from the ceiling. Sterling, the head chauffeur, preferred to spar with nunchucks, and Sinclair’s weapon of choice was a set of throwing knives he kept hidden inside a hollowed-out copy of The Art of War . Not too long ago, Jane would have found the idea of practicing roundhouse kicks utterly ridiculous, but now, as she caught a glimpse of herself in the wall-length mirror, she knew that there was nothing amusing about her situation. It was also clear from Sinclair’s expression that he expected her to break the board with her bare hand, and he expected her to do so without delay. “It’s easy, Mom! Fitz and I did it on our first try.” Displeased by the idea of being shown up by her sons, Jane frowned. “All right, I’m ready.” Sinclair held the rectangular piece of pine by its sides and braced himself for impact. “Check your stance,” he ordered. “The power comes from your body. Whip your trunk around and you’ll break the board without injuring your hand. Focus on a spot in the center of the board. See your hand going through the wood and continuing to move forward. Don’t stop. If you think about stopping, you won’t succeed. Lead with your palm, not your pinkie finger.” “Got it.” Taking a deep breath, Jane trained her eyes on the board. She saw th