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Hi! I’m Chris Jones, writing as C. D. Jones. I hope you’ll find something of interest about my books and a little about me.
I write mainly cozy mystery, science fiction, and fantasy books, although I plan to venture into some other genres as well.
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This is me…
Born in Queenborough, Kent, England in November 1952, I moved to Australia at age three, eventually settling in Beenleigh, Queensland. Returning to the UK in 1969, I attended Sheerness Secondary School and Queen Elizabeth College. My first job in 1974 was at IInternational Mill Services, later called IMS Lycrete. My office was made from a modified shipping crate with a tarpaulin roof! In 1979, I started my own rubber stamp and printing business, which closed when a major client went bankrupt in 1990. I then worked for Swale Borough Council until retiring in 2009. Though I’ve written stories since 1972, only recently have I found the courage to publish them on Kindle as C.D. Jones.
My latest novel
I have recently finished a cozy mystery novel called “Murder Most Frigid” to celebrate my mother’s 101st birthday. She is a fan of Agatha Christie, especially the Miss Marple stories. Of course she is the protagonist!
In the small English village of Ivyford, nestled beneath January’s icy grip, secrets lie as thick as winter snow. Mrs. Dorothy Jones observes what others miss. When the wealthy Janet Threadwood is found strangled in her study, with inexplicably frostbitten feet and no footprints disturbing the snow beneath her broken window, the village whispers begin.
Though police are baffled by the impossibility of the crime scene, Mrs. Jones, armed with little more than her silver-rimmed spectacles and a notebook of careful observations, sees the pattern emerging. Aided by her precocious great-granddaughter Isabella, she navigates a web of local tensions: a handyman’s indiscretion, a sister’s desperate theft, blackmail threats, and literary ambitions crushed by plagiarism.
As Mrs. Jones surmised: “perhaps we’re dealing with something I once heard Chief Superintendent Warren call ‘Murder Most Frigid’, a killing where the cold itself becomes the weapon.”
But as Mrs. Jones unravels the timeline of Janet’s final days, she discovers something more chilling than the January air, a murder planned with clockwork precision. When a threatening note appears under her door, it becomes clear that uncovering the truth may put her in the killer’s sights.
In a village where appearances matter above all, can Mrs. Jones expose the truth before time runs out?
Some secrets refuse to remain buried, even beneath the unbroken snow.
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