And the Corpse Wore Tartan by Stuart MacBride

When a woman’s body is found lying in the grass, DS Roberta Steel must put her own problems aside and uncover the truth . . .

Move over, Miss Marple...

The great and not-so-good are gathered at Skirivour Castle Hotel, in the heart of the Highlands, for the wedding of the year - but they weren't expecting Detective Sergeant Roberta Steel to crash their party. And get horribly, horribly drunk.

The whole valley's been cut off by a massive thunderstorm and the phone lines are down, so when the father-of-the-bride's body is discovered - decoratively impaled on a stag's head in the hotel lobby - its up to DS Steel to find out whodunit. Which isn't easy when you've got a monstrous hangover and only a world-weary sergeant and a halfwit police constable for backup.

With no witnesses and with every wedding guest a suspect, Roberta will need to use all of her little grey cells if she's going to catch the killer and get out of there alive.