Anna Sayburn Lane

Mystery and thriller author

British mystery

February newsletter: 📚recommendations for chilly days📚

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Hello from a cold and rainy seaside, where the latest storm battered the coast all night. My flat faces onto the North Sea, so takes the full force of the wind, rattling the windows while the rain lashes down.

I’m been keeping snug inside, getting on with research for the next book and signing off the audiobook of The Riviera Mystery. I was thrilled with how beautifully my narrator Kim Bretton has read the story, despite all the difficulties I threw at her with French accents! You can find it now in Audible, and very soon on Spotify and the other platforms.

Read on for more about the work in progress, recommendations and promotions.

Book news

I’ve spent a lot of time in the British Library this month, trawling through the archives and reading up about one of my favourite parts of London: Soho.

I’ve already explored London’s ‘square mile of sin’ before, in The Soho Jazz Murders, and to some extent in my second thriller, The Peacock Room. But this time I’m looking at Soho’s more recent history, in the middle of the 20th century when it was first the centre of 1950s bohemianism, and then where the Swinging Sixties swung hardest.

What’s it about? Well, you might want to look at my recommendations below for some hints as to what’s on my mind!

Recommendations

With rain, storms and cold weather to contend with, I’ve spent more time than usual watching TV and listening to audiobooks.

I loved The Night Manager when it first aired ten years ago, with its glamorous locations and slippery treachery. At first I was unsure about the second series, which seemed to lack some of the bite of the first. But I was soon well and truly hooked, and the final episode didn’t disappoint.

Talking of slippery treachery, I’ve also been hooked on the BBC’s brilliant reality TV show The Traitors. It might be the best series yet. When crime writer Harriet Tyce seemed to have cracked the case, I thought she was going to win – but apparently she’s seen a huge increase in sales of her psychological thrillers, so I’m sure she’s happy anyway. And wasn’t that finale a nail-biter?

My final treacherous recommendation is for the audiobooks of John le Carré’s George Smiley series, narrated by the brilliant British actor Simon Russell Beale. Starting with Call for the Dead and continuing with The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, the series is grippingly believable. Le Carré was also the author of the book on which the first series of The Night Manager was based – I’m all about spies at the moment!

January newsletter: 📚New year, new books!📚

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I hope you enjoyed a good Christmas. I’m writing this in the weird hiatus between Christmas and New Year (I think it might be Tuesday but couldn’t swear to it) after lots of festive celebrations with family and friends. It’s been a lot of fun, but I’m looking forward to getting back to the desk for a new writing project.

First, here’s a quick newsletter to wish you a very happy start to 2026, share my writing news, and make some recommendations.

Book news

I hope you enjoyed reading about Marjorie Swallow’s Christmas, and thanks to all the readers who got in touch to tell me what they thought of the story. I’m glad it went down well. If you missed it, you can find it via the Readers Club page.

I’m giving Marjorie a break for a while now, as I get started on a new book which I hope will become a series. I don’t want to jinx it by telling you too much, but it will be historical fiction, feature new characters, and be set in London. I’ll tell you more when I’ve made a bit more progress with it. I’m still in the research phase, which is probably my favourite part of writing a book, so doing lots of reading and delving into newspaper archives.

Recommendations

This year I’ve joined forces with twelve historical mystery authors to introduce you to some books you may not have discovered yet. The first on the list is Murder At Merivale Manor by Ella Strike.

Kitty Goring seems to have it all—lavish parties at London’s finest clubs, elegant soirées, and a parade of charming bachelors vying for her hand. But despite the glamour, Kitty longs for something a little more… thrilling.
In a bid for excitement, Kitty dreams up the perfect diversion. A playful mock robbery at her family’s grand estate, Merivale Manor. It’s all meant to be fun—until one of the guests turns up very much dead.

It sounds a lot of fun and I look forward to diving into the series.

As you may remember from my December newsletter, I love a ghost story–and many thanks to the readers who wrote to me with their own chilling or unexplained tales!

The best TV programme I watched over Christmas was Mark Gatiss’s adaptation of the EF Benson short story, The Room in the Tower. Those of you who enjoy EF Benson’s comic Mapp and Lucia stories may think that he simply wrote about fun, but the fun in this story takes a deliciously horrifying turn. A man tells a stranger during a 1940s air raid about a recurrent dream he’s had since teenage years, in which he’s invited to stay with a schoolfriend where the friend’s creepy mother (brilliantly played by Joanna Lumley) tells him he’s been given the room in the tower. Each time he knows something terrible is about to happen…

I won’t spoil it for you, but I will share one thing that made it even more fun for me – the house in the adaptation is Cobham Hall, a manor house in Kent dating back to Elizabethan times, and also a setting for my first novel Unlawful Things. I remember touring the house when I was researching the book, although nothing terrible happened to me!

December newsletter: Look out for 1920s 🎁Christmas gifts and ghosts in the kitchen! ❄️

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Have you ever seen a ghost? I don’t think I have, but I am haunted by one all the same, in my flat by the sea. December, with its long dark nights, seems the right time to share ghost stories, preferably around the fire with a glass of something warming! Read on for the full story.

And talking of stories, I have news of my annual Christmas story, a little look at what you might have found under the tree in the 1920s, a Christmas walk to share, plus the usual book recommendations and promotions.

A ghostly warning

My apartment by the seaside is on the second floor of a big house built in the 1840s, with lovely high ceilings, bay windows, cornices and mouldings. It was divided into flats sometime in the last century. But you can see how it fitted together as one big house. When we had some building work done in our kitchen, the workmen uncovered the top of a boxed-up narrow staircase leading down to the ground floor. They covered it up again, of course, and it’s now under the floorboards and kitchen tiles. It was probably the ‘back stairs’ used by household staff.

But shortly after that discovery, my writing group was challenged to write a ghost story. I used the hidden staircase in my story. I imagined walking into the kitchen to see a girl dressed in a black-and-white maid’s uniform, descending the stairs and disappearing into the floor. In the story, as she reached neck-height, she turned and gave me a malicious smile, as if she knew something terrible was going to happen.

The trouble is that ever since, whenever I pass the kitchen to go to the bathroom at night, I have to turn the lights on to make sure she’s not there. That’s the problem with having a writer’s imagination – I can scare myself half to death with imaginary ghosts. I do realise this is a ridiculous state of affairs. So, here’s a tip: if you are going to write a ghost story, don’t set it in your own house!

Marjorie Swallow’s Christmas

The invitations have been sent out, Mrs Smithson is cooking honey-roasted ham and mince pies in the kitchen, the All Stars Jazz Orchestra are tuning up and Marjorie is decorating the Christmas tree with a little help (or hindrance) from the new housemaid. Mrs Jameson’s detective agency in Bedford Square is all set for a wonderful Christmas Eve party. If you’ve read the Marjorie Swallow books, you’ll recognise plenty of the guests–and here’s nice Mr Rubin the diamond merchant, with a pile of expensive-looking presents. Let’s hope nothing happens to them…

I’m putting the finishing touches to Marjorie Swallow’s Christmas, a short story which I’ll be sending you on Christmas Eve to read with a glass of mulled wine and a mince pie, when all the present-wrapping and tree-decorating is done. Look out for it on Christmas Eve morning.

A 1920s Christmas Gift Guide

While preparing the story, I enjoyed researching the sort of presents you might have found under the tree in the 1920s. The British Newspaper Archive, one of my favourite sources of information, had a handy blog about the top 10 presents. So, are you ready?

1: A handkerchief. ‘There are no more acceptable gifts…than handkerchiefs,’ according to The Sphere, in December 1920. Walpole’s Irish Linens agree.

2: A pencil. ‘Everybody loves good pencils, and has a use for them,’ says The Sphere. I may be one of the few people in 2025 who would love a box of Blackwing pencils in my stocking – they are my preferred pencil for first drafting and note-taking.

3: Cigarettes. ‘There are few things that can give greater pleasure,’ says The Tatler. Not to mention lung cancer.

After that the list perks up a bit – I’d be very happy with a ‘set of gin cocktails’ or a cocktail shaker, not to mention ‘a black velveteen frock’ to wear to a dance.

However, my Christmas list is usually a list of books I want to read and haven’t got around to buying yet. Those days between Christmas and New Year, when everything shuts down and no-one knows quite what to do with themselves, are the perfect time to get cosy with a cup of tea, a tin of biscuits and a good book. So in that spirit, here’s a reminder of the Gift Guide I’ve worked on with other authors of historical fiction. Download the Christmas Gift Guide 2025 – there’s sure to be something that fits your taste.