Marilyn Leach has enjoyed writing for the stage as well as for publication. She became a “dyed in the wool” British enthusiast, after visiting England where she discovered her roots. Having made good friends there demands that she returns to visit them often. She relishes reading and writing British mysteries and lives lakeside near the Colorado foothills.
Hey all, my Tibbyhill Lane Tea Shop mystery series now has books 1, 2, and 3 available as a set. I'm working on book 4, a Christmas mystery. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as I do writing them. Cheers, Marilyn
Marilyn Leach has enjoyed writing for the stage as well as for publication. She became a “dyed in the wool” British enthusiast, after visiting England where she discovered her roots. Having made good friends there demands that she returns to visit them often. She relishes reading and writing British mysteries and lives lakeside near the Colorado foothills.
Hey all, my Tibbyhill Lane Tea Shop mystery series now has books 1, 2, and 3 available...
Who’s this? Someone is presenting themselves as Poppy Ellis, owner of rural England’s Tibbyhill Lane Teashop, and offering catering service to the gentry. The real Poppy is stunned and the situation detonates when the imposter is found dead. Considered a simple accident, Poppy and Andrew St John, her solicitor and love interest, expose the death as ...
When a shady Tibbyhill newcomer dies suspiciously, suspects bloom like tea leaves.
Poppy’s flattered when a new arrival to the village, Donovan Drake, takes a distinctive interest in her. He puts in a special tea order, and she promises to personally deliver it, much to Andrew St John’s chagrin. But when she arrives at Stanwold Hall, Poppy finds...
Something’s burning at Tibbyhill Lane Teashop and it’s not the scones.
Poppy Ellis has exchanged London urban grind for a rural waterside teashop. But her kettle’s not the only thing firing up and her two spirited aunts keep the heat on high. When a boat docked outside Poppy’s back door bursts into flames on opening day, a loved one is fingered by...
