Like the previous post, I’m still on a train, reading.
This isn’t as good as the previous book, though — Beaton has more pages to fill, and fill it she does with a series of murder attempts that don’t go anywhere. But it has a more memorable heroine than usual — very hands on, for a change. It’s a diverting book.
To Dream Of Love (1986) by M. C. Beaton (buy used, 3.79 on Goodreads)