The Witching Hour
- 320 pages
- 12 hours of reading
The new Dandy Gilver mystery novel, full of whip-smart crime, clever twists and Catriona McPherson's signature wit.
This author delves into the intricacies of the human psyche and interpersonal relationships through compelling narrative. Her stylistic dexterity and keen insight into character motivations make her works unforgettable. With a delicate balance of suspense and introspection, she draws readers into worlds that are both disturbingly familiar and fascinatingly alien. Her prose is a testament to the power of storytelling and literature's capacity to mirror the complexities of our existence.






The new Dandy Gilver mystery novel, full of whip-smart crime, clever twists and Catriona McPherson's signature wit.
The Last Ditch crew travel from California to an idyllic Scottish village for the holidays, but something very unmerry is lurking below the surface...The news that a man disappeared from the crumbling pile sixty years ago, along with an unsettling discovery in the bricked-up basement, means that Todd, Kathi and Lexy must solve another murder.
As the NHS is born, a killer stalks the streets of Edinburgh ... A brilliant new standalone crime novel from acclaimed novelist Catriona McPherson, author of the Dandy Gilver series.
The residents of the Last Ditch Motel are celebrating Thanksgiving and the arrival of a baby girl. But as one life enters the Ditch, another leaves it. Menzies Lassiter only just checked in, but instantly checked out. By being shot dead. And counsellor Lexy Campbell appears to be the only one with the means, opportunity and motive to kill him.
A delightful Dandy Gilver mystery by Catriona McPherson, set in 1930s Scotland. For fans of PG Wodehouse, Dorothy L Sayers and Agatha Christie.
When shy, lonely Ivy meets a woman who claims to be her long-lost sister, she knows it's too good to be true. She decides to trust Kate anyway. She wants a family. She wants someone to love. She's making a mistake. Ivy enters Kate's Scottish fairytale cottage . . . and she doesn't come out. She's the first to go missing. She won't be the last.
As the pandemic hits the residents of The Last Ditch Motel put Operation Cocker into action: create a safe community with a select few offered rooms as a safe haven. When ambiguous, threatening signs appear then a gruesome discovery is made, their attempt to form a safe space fails. But is it an outsider responsible, or someone inside?
Lexy Campbell is begged by her ex-husband to find his wife, Brandee, who has disappeared. As Lexy begins her investigation, Bran finds one of Brandee's false nails along with a ransom note. The note has the same message as was found where the statue of local legend Mama Cuento was stolen. Are the two cases linked or is a copycat on the loose?
Set in 1930s Scotland and brimming with eccentric characters and incisive humour, The Turning Tide is Catriona McPherson's best Dandy Gilver mystery yet.
Lexy Campbell fell in love and left her native Scotland for a golden life in California--hitched to a hunk, building her marriage counseling practice, living the dream. Six months later she's divorced, broke, and headed home. There's just one last thing. Lexy's only client--sweet little old Mrs. Bombarro--is in jail for murdering her husband with a fireworks rocket. Lexy knows the cops have got it wrong; all she needs is a few days to prove it and somewhere cheap to sleep at night. But checking into the Last Ditch Motel brings an unexpected slice of life and a whole world of trouble.
A delightful Dandy Gilver mystery by Catriona McPherson, set in 1930s Scotland. For fans of PG Wodehouse, Dorothy L Sayers and Agatha Christie.
The intriguing new mystery featuring Dandy Gilver, 'the most engaging and ingenious crime-cracker I've met in ages' (Scotland on Sunday)
Dear Alec, Remember my engagement yesterday? The annual duty luncheon for the Reverend Mr Tait from which and whom I expected only boredom? I could hardly have been more wrong, Alec dear, and I am this minute packing to follow the Reverend home to his manse in Fife, there to attend a meeting of the Rural Women's Institute. Hardly a house party at which one would usually leap, I grant you, but not only is the man himself a perfect darling - imagine Father Christmas shaved clean and draped in tweed - but his parish, it seems, heaves with more violent passions than a Buenos Aires bordello. A stranger, you see, is roaming the night and pouncing on the ladies of the Rural. At least that's the tale they're telling and the one that Mr Tait told me, but since half the village think he's a figment and he only ever strikes at the full moon, I cannot help but wonder if there's something even odder going on . . . Much love and remember me fondly if the dark stranger gets me, Dandy xx