<b>She may be thirty-fifth in line for the throne, but Lady Georgiana Rannoch cannot wait to ring in the new year--before a Christmas killer wrings another neck...<br></b><br> On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me--well, actually, <i>my</i> true love, Darcy O'Mara, is spending a <i>feliz navidad</i> tramping around South America. Meanwhile, Mummy is holed up in a tiny village called Tiddleton-under-Lovey with that droll Noel Coward! And I'm snowed in at Castle Rannoch with my bumbling brother, Binky, and sourpuss sister-in-law, Fig.<br> <br> So it's a miracle when I contrive to land a position as hostess to a posh holiday party in Tiddleton. The village is like something out of <i>A Christmas Carol</i>! But no sooner have I arrived than a neighborhood nuisance, a fellow named Freddie falls out of a tree, dead.... Dickensian, indeed.<br> <br> Freddie's merely a stocking stuffer. On my second day in town, another so-called accident turns up another mincemeat pie--and yet another on my third. The village is buzzing that a recent prison break could have something to do with it... that, or a long-standing witch's curse. I'm not so sure. But after Darcy shows up beneath the mistletoe, anything could be possible in this wicked wonderland.