Over Christmas, I read two very different murder mysteries by Susan Moody. I bought them blind, having enjoyed a story of hers in an anthology, attracted by the largely irrelevant fact that one of her heroines was a bridge player.
One was Penny Black, starring the gorgeous, black, and aristocratic Penny Wanawake, and the other was Grand Slam, featuring Cassandra Swann, a rather plump bridge teacher. I didn't think either of them outstanding but they were both quite fun in a fairly rough and ready sort of way. Both are slightly at the thriller end of the genre, and both allow their heroine a lot more freedom than the police would like - there's an absence of that dry, academic deduction that Michael Innes might feature, for example, with a greater reliance on personality and a little bit of red pepper action. There's also quite a lot of sex in both novels, but nothing at all explicit or vulgar! I'd not seek Moody out again, but might be tempted on a train journey, or to pick one up if I saw it in a secondhand shop.