Mouse Trap

By Sophie Duncan

Harry Moorsely is a noticing sort of gal.
And she has noticed Mariam DeBoer.

Visiting her God Mother, Lady Jane Devril, bright young thing, Harry, has set her sights on another guest at the weekend house party, the divinely elfin Mariam. Yet, when Lady Jane's emeralds are stolen in the middle of the night, Harry's eye for detail means only she sees the clues that point to an inside job. Should she believe her suspicions, or will her heart lead her to another conclusion?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wittegen Press
• Release date: Jun 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781908333209

Sophie Duncan

Half my time I am a project manager developing IT solutions. The other half, you'll find me scribbling away at many a story that just won't leave me alone. I've been writing since I was a wee thing, and publishing since I discovered the internet in 1994 or so.So what do I write? Contemporary and urban fantasy have mainly been my playground, but I have done some real world settings as well. I do like mystery and have been reading (and watching) Agatha Christie since I was a child. I've also been known to do a bit of poetry.Style: I have been told I do angst well, so if you want your heartstrings twanged, or your tummy to tie in knots until the end, then I'm your gal. I am, however, a happy ending junkie, although I do throw a hint of realism in there sometimes as well. I like a few twists and turns on the way in some of my plots, although I have written my share of PWPs as well. I have to admit a small obsession with eyes: I believe they are the seat of beauty in a person, so I play with them in creature fic and use them for expression in others - personal hang up, sorry. Also, I have never met a cliché I didn't like and I am a firm believer that cliché is fine if you do it right.Writing is a passion and there's nothing better than writing for an audience. Any writer who says they don't care about feedback must have had an ego amputation :) If you life my scribbles, I'd be very glad to hear from you.

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Mouse Trap

by

Sophie Duncan

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Dedication

Thank you to Tasha, Rob and Mama for all your help.

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Contents

Mouse Trap

Afterword

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Mouse Trap

Harry Moorsely sipped her Pimms and watched Tubby Granger and his latest squeeze stroll across the pristine lawn of Devril Estate's formal garden. Of course, Tubby wasn't tubby anymore, not since school. In fact, he cut quite a dash in his Saville Row suit and slicked back hair. However, it wasn't Tubby that Harry was interested in, it was Mariam DeBoer, the slender young thing he had brought with him to the house party. Mariam's dark, almost black bob had curled a little at the bottom in the damp country air, but the unintentional wisps framed her pale face and made Harry think of the nymphs from Art Nouveau. Not really her style, she was currently trying her hand at Art Deco, but that didn't mean Harry wouldn't have liked to study the petite creature in more depth back at her studio in London after the weekend house party.

Harriet, Mariam came with Tubby, came the somewhat amused tone from the chair beside Harry.

Harry turned her head and smiled mischievously at her god mother, Lady Jane Devril. Apart from insisting on calling her Harriet, Jane was refreshingly modern for a woman in her fifties and had taken Harry's predilection for her own sex in the same sturdy stride she used when taking the dogs out for a walk.

You have to let me have a little fun, Jane, she countered and pouted when Jane raised an eyebrow.

We must all go and change for dinner, was Jane's final comment and, with that, she rose and set off across the lawn and, deliberately, Harry thought, blocked the view she had been so enjoying.

With a sigh, Harry conceded round one to Lady Jane, stood up and headed in through the patio doors.

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Round one had been a very short affair and Harry quickly moved onto round two. Standing in front of the full length mirror, she checked the outfit she had chosen very carefully. She had rather too much bust for the straight dresses all the winsome young things were wearing, but the beaded, fitted bodice and handkerchief line of the skirt draped over her curves perfectly. In contrast to the monotone dress, she had lit up her lips with flame red