title: A Christmas Party: A Seasonal Murder Mystery/Envious Casca
author:  Georgette Heyer 
description: Georgette Heyer's novels have charmed and delighted millions of readers for decades. English Heritage has awarded Georgette Heyer one of their prestigious Blue Plaques, designating her Wimbledon home as the residence of an important figure in British history. She was born in Wimbledon in August 1902. She wrote her first novel, The Black Moth, at the age of seventeen to amuse her convalescent brother; it was published in 1921 and became an instant success. Heyer published 56 books over the next 53 years, until her death from lung cancer in 1974. Her last book, My Lord John, was published posthumously in 1975. A very private woman, she rarely reached out to the public to discuss her works or personal life. Her work included Regency romances, mysteries and historical fiction. Known as the Queen of Regency romance, Heyer was legendary for her research, historical accuracy and her extraordinary plots and characterizations. She was married to George Ronald Rougier, a barrister, and they had one son, Richard.
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  **Midnight In Death**
  
   **Eve Dallas Series â€“ Book 8**
  
   **By J.D. Robb**
  
   **CHAPTER ONE**
  
  Murder respects no traditions. It ignores sentiment. It takes no holidays.  
    
  Because murder was her business, Lieutenant Eve Dallas stood in the predawn
  freeze of Christmas morning coating the deerskin gloves her husband had given
  her only hours before with Seal-It.  
    
  The call had come in less than an hour before and less than six hours since
  she'd closed a case that had left her shaky and exhausted. Her first Christmas
  with Roarke wasn't getting off to a rousing start.  
    
  Then again, it had taken a much nastier turn for Judge Harold Wainger.  
    
  His body had been dumped dead center in the ice rink at Rockefeller Center.
  Face up, so his glazed eyes could stare at the huge celebrational tree that
  was New York's symbol of goodwill toward men.  
    
  His body was naked and already a deep shade of blue. The thick mane of silver
  hair that had been his trademark 