The Blue Virgin (A Nora Tierney Mystery, #1)
Despite a planned move, the mysterious death of photographer Bryn Wallace keeps American writer Nora Tierney glued to Oxford in order to clear her close friend, artist Val Rogan, who has been wrongfully accused of Bryn’s murder. Or has she?
Nora quickly becomes embroiled in the murder investigation, much to the dismay of two men: Detective Inspector Declan Barnes, the senior on the case; and Simon Ramsey, the illustrator of Nora’s children’s book. Simon’s efforts to save Nora from herself become increasingly frantic as Nora is forced to push her way into Declan’s case, using her wits and her wiles to prove Val’s innocence.
The first in a series of Nora Tierney mysteries based in the UK, The Blue Virgin is a compelling story of love and intrigue. Nothing, Nora learns, is what it seems, and even the most innocent of choices can lead to murder and revenge. Set in the ancient city of golden spires, the setting lends itself to mystery, as any Inspector Morse fan will agree. The novel is written in classic English style, complete with a cast of characters and chapter epigraphs that add to its literary feel.

The Green Remains (A Nora Tierney Mystery, #2)

Nora Tierney is living at Ramsey Lodge in England’s glorious Lake District, anticipating two life-changing events: the publication of her first children’s book and the birth of her first child. Choosing a name for her son and checking proof pages with her illustrator, Simon Ramsey, fill her days–until a morning stroll along the shore of UK’s largest lake, Windermere, leads her to discover the corpse of the heir to Clarendon Hall.
When Simon is implicated in the death, Nora dives headfirst into the murder investigation to discover the real killer. As the body count rises, Nora and her unborn child will face risks and perils she could never anticipate in this second in a series of Nora Tierney mysteries.
The Scarlet Wench (Nora Tierney Mysteries, #3)
In the third Nora Tierney Mystery set in England, American writer Nora awaits the arrival of a traveling theatre troupe who will stage Noel Coward’s play Blithe Spirit at Ramsey Lodge in the Lake District. With her son six months old, Nora must juggle parenting with helping her illustrator and friend Simon Ramsey run the lodge. She’s also hoping to further her relationship with the only lodge guest not in the cast: Detective Inspector Declan Barnes, ostensibly there for a hiking trip. When a series of pranks and accidents escalate to murder during a flood that traps everyone, Nora realizes her child is in jeopardy and determines to help Declan unmask a killer.
Marni Graff had a successful career as a registered nurse who wrote on the side before writing full time. She has a degree in English Lit and studied Gothic Mystery at Oxford University in England. She also wrote articles for Mystery Review magazine, where she interviewed many of the authors whose work she admired.
Marni is the award-winning author of The Nora Tierney Mysteries, set in England. The Blue Virgin introduces Nora, an American writer living in Oxford. The Green Remains and The Scarlet Wench trace Nora’s move to the Lake District where murder follows her.  In process is The Golden Hour, set in Bath, England. Premiering in the next few months will be Graff’s new Manhattan series, Death Unscripted, featuring nurse Trudy Genova, a medical consultant for a New York movie studio. This new series is based on Marni’s favorite nursing job in real life.
Marni is also co-author of Writing in a Changing World, a primer on writing groups and critique techniques. She writes crime book reviews at Auntie M Writes and is Managing Editor of Bridle Path Press, an author’s cooperative. A member of Sisters in Crime, Marni runs the NC Writers Read program in Belhaven which allows writers experience reading their work out loud and getting immediate feedback.

The Blue Virgin
“Who did you say you were writing for?”
His searching look had Nora clinging closer to the facts. “I’ve just left People and Places, and I’m trying to break into freelance.I wanted to start with a profile of someone I knew and admired.” As she said this, Nora realized this was truly an option open to her. She added quickly:
“I wouldn’t stay for more than few minutes.”
Wheeler tapped his pockets for his key. “Just ten minutes then. Where are my blasted . . . oh, I gave them to Vance while I added to my notes on Rebecca.” He turned the handle, which opened easily and gestured for her to proceed into his rooms. “Do you know DuMaurier, Miss Tierney?”
“One of my personal favorites. I know Hitchcock had to promise her to keep the heroine unnamed before she would agree to let him film it.” Hoping this nuggets from Simon’s eternal trivia would endure her to Wheeler, Nora entered the room, tripped over the outstretched arm of a man who lay facedown on the rug.
“Edward!” Wheeler knelt down quickly next to the man and felt for a pulse. His face ashen, he looked up at Nora in disbelief as he pronounced, “He’s dead!”


The Green Remains
Higgins entered to find the nurse. Gillian Cole, adjusting a tray on the over-bed table set across Edmunde Clarendon’s lap. The head of his bed was raised, and a large linen napkin spread out across his chest. Higgins set his jaw so his reaction to the man’s loss of function wouldn’t show. Good God. When Higgins had been a constable, this was the same man he’d helped wrestle out of The Scarlet Wench pub on numerous occasions. Leave it to Travers to have him deal with the sick man.
Higgins nodded to Gillian and moved closer to the bed, withdrawing his warrant card. “Mr. Clarendon, I’m Detective Sergeant Higgins. I’m very sorry about the loss of your nephew. I have a few questions for you today, sir.”
There was no reaction from the man. Gillian cleared her throat and stood back from the bed. He tried again. “When was the last time you saw Keith, Mr. Clarendon?”
Edmunde stared ahead, the dropping lid over his right eye almost closed. Higgins’ frustration escalated.
“Did Keith visit you here, Mr. Clarendon?” He spoke louder and waited respectfully for some sign the man had heard him. He knew a stroke might affect the man’s speech but surely not his hearing? Finally he burst out: “Blink an eye, move a finger, do something, Mr. Clarendon.”
Higgins kept himself from flinching as Edmunde moved his head slightly to face him, staring at the detective with his good eye, and slowly raised his tremulous left hand. At last, some kind of reaction. Was Edmunde trying to shake his hand?
With a vicious shove, Edmunde sent his breakfast flying down the front of Higgins’ best suit.
“I think he got that, sir,” Gillian pronounced.

Scarlet Wench

Declan reached down and drew out a handkerchief. Simon saw him wiggle something out of one side of the woodwork; then he appeared to wind it around in a circle. He dropped the handkerchief-wrapped bundle into a bag and used the tape to seal the beg. He wrote across the tape and stood up. He had everyone’s attention. “You can go down now, Grayson.”
“Who put you in charge?” Gemma demanded from the hallway as Grayson started down the stairs, holding onto the railing.
Simon dread what he knew would be the end to Declan’s anonymity. He helped Fiona work her way gingerly down the stairs, aided by Nora. Grayson followed behind them.
Declan waited until everyone safely reached the hall. “I’m here on holiday, but in Oxford I’m a detective inspector.”
“A bloody copper in our midst!” Gemma shouted.
“Shut up, you idiot.” Poppy punched Gemma in the arm. “He’s got a right to go away same as anyone else.”
“The point is –“Declan’s voice rose above them all. “–it appears fishing line has been deliberately strung across the top step from a nail set low, then wound around the base of the newel post.”
There were gasps from below, but it was Helen’s voice that spoke out. “Just like in the play–cut brake cables and a fall downstairs.”

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