Murder, She Wrote: Blood on the Vine

by Jessica Fletcher, Donald Bain

Overview

Jessica Fletcher must solve a wine country caper when she takes a trip to Napa Valley in this mystery in in the long-running series.

Jessica Fletcher is visiting California wine country while doing research for her next book, and invites her old friend, Scotland Yard detective George Sutherland to join her at a cozy Bed and Breakfast. No sooner do they arrive than they find the valley abuzz over the murder of a waiter at the restaurant owned by infamous ex-Hollywood heavyweight Bill Ladington. Ladington’s blatant womanizing and involvement in a bitter vineyard land dispute have already marked him as a dubious character—and a possible suspect.

But when Ladington turns up dead himself from a supposed “suicide,” Jessica knows that a murderer is on the loose—and with a little help from George, she must try and bottle up a motive for murder from an extensive list of less-than-vintage suspects...

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780451202758
Publisher:	Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:	04/01/2001
Series:	Murder, She Wrote Series , #15
Edition description:	Reissue
Pages:	272
Product dimensions:	4.20(w) x 6.80(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Jessica Fletcher is a bestselling mystery writer who has a knack for stumbling upon real-life mysteries in her various travels. Donald Bain, her longtime collaborator, was the writer of more than one hundred and twenty books, many of them bestsellers.

Read an Excerpt

In the hot seat

The temperature of the mud bath continued to rise, and I realized it was reaching a dangerous point. My flesh was on fire, and my head pounded.

“Could you make the mud cooler?” I asked.

“That’s not possible,” she said. Her bitter, angry expression said she had no intention of doing that, and it occurred to me that she was the one who had turned up the temperature.

“I have to get out now,” I said, attempting to sit up, but the mud blanket was too heavy. Mary Jane placed her hands--strong hands--through the mud on my shoulders, holding me down. “Let me up!” I snapped. “I’ve had enough.”

“What do you know about Louis’ death?” she hissed, continuing the pressure on my shoulders.”

“Nothing, just that he was murdered.” I now yelled, “Let me out, damn it!”

If she pushed down any more, I would drown in the boiling mud, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it…

(Continues…)

---

Excerpted from "Murder, She Wrote: Blood on the Vine"
by .
Copyright © 2001 Jessica Fletcher.
Excerpted by permission of Penguin Publishing Group.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

---