Dublin private-eye Leo Street feigns culinary prowess as she investigates marital infidelity in the countryside. Something for the Weekend is the first comic crime caper of the charming Leo Street series by Pauline McLynn. The perfect read for fans of Janet Evanovich and Joanna Cannon. 'Scandal, infidelity, secrets and soufflé are all explored with a healthy dollop of humour' - Express When private investigator Leo Street is sent to County Kildare to spy on the wife of a loathsome client, she's delighted to be getting away from rainy Dublin and her hopeless, permanently resting actor boyfriend Barry. The one catch is she has to masquerade as a member of a cookery course and the only piece of culinary equipment Leo can handle is a tin opener - Weekend Entertaining Part 1 is daunting to say the least. As she strips away layers of marital infidelity - not to mention several other scandalous secrets - she battles with bread-making and brûlée. But where will it all end - in triumph or tragedy? What readers are saying about Something for the Weekend: 'A well written, engaging plot makes this a page turner' 'Pauline McLynn has created a realistic character that jumps off the page and hits you between the eyes' 'Guaranteed to make you laugh... and then cry'

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