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Discovering the mystery in Hunter's Green by Phyllis A. Whitney


I'm getting ready to commit some crimes.

Not real ones, of course. Just written ones.

As I'm wrapping up the Adaline series, I'm looking forward to getting back into mystery and suspense under my alter-ego D.K. Greene. To prepare for the stories I'll be telling there, I've started going back to my love of reading crime fiction.

Hunter's Green is where I started, because Green is in the name and it seemed fitting as a placeholder while I got back into the mind frame of murder, deceit and criminal mischief.

Hunter's Green was far more romantic in style and plot than I typically read. A young American woman flies back to the English estate she shared with her estranged husband after finding that he's likely to file for divorce and marry his childhood sweetheart. When she arrives, she discovers a power struggle has taken over the estate. Her husband, the current head of the household, is in danger of being ousted from his rightful place by his jealous brother and the woman who raised them both.

As Eve explores her feelings, the estate, and the gossip surrounding the family, she discovers that nothing is as it seems, and no one is in more danger than she is herself. Someone's attempting to murder her, and their attempts become increasingly more dangerous to the people she loves each time their attempts fail.

First published in 1968, Hunter's Green continues to rise to the top of the mystery and suspense charts (still ranked #21 on Amazon's Mystery & Suspense best-seller chart as of this writing). Phyllis A Whitney is called the Queen of American Gothics for good reason.

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