At least, it was meant to be.

But her body's just been found, dumped in the grounds of the very house in which she was supposed to tie the knot.

Marr thinks that the police have arrested the wrong man for the crime, and he's got just three days to find the real killer...

Shaun Edwards has always had an interest in the darker side of human nature. As a result, he spent most of his late teens nicking UK crime thriller books from his mum's bookcase. Have devoured pretty much everything by Peter Robinson, Ian Rankin, John Harvey and John Connolly, he decided to start writing his own stuff.

Ten years later, he pulled his finger out and actually did it. 'Til Death is the combination of coffee, and a deep love for Banks, Rebus, Resnick, Thorne and Charlie Parker.

Besides writing and reading whodunnit mysteries, crime fiction and thrillers, Shaun's other loves include noodling around on the guitar, going for long walks, eating too much pizza and laughing at pictures of pugs.

He lives with his partner and a really sneaky gerbil in deepest, darkest Suffolk, UK.