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All I want for My Birthday is…? What do you get a brat who has everything she wants... Except you? All Madison wants for her eighteenth birthday is to have her step be her first. But so far, he has resisted everything she can do to seduce him… except one thing that she noticed when she was semi-asleep. When Mady falls asleep watching TV with her step, she discovers his weakness for her… and she schemes to use that to get him right where she wants him…Never has a brat had to work so hard on her own birthday to get the one thing she really wants: birthday sex! Mady comes up with a ...

Callahan Garrity has her hands full trying to expand her House Mouse cleaning business. So she's reluctant to take on a client in need of detective services, especially when that client is the most notorious woman in Atlanta - Whitney Albright Dobbs. Whitney is a wealthy socialite who, while under the influence, hit and killed a young black girl and just kept driving. Whitney's light sentence has set the city's racial tensions ablaze, and Callahan is not especially keen on helping track down Whitney's soon-to-be-ex-husband's hidden assets.

Serge Storms, that loveable thermonuclear vigilante and one-stop-Florida-trivia-shop, has been leaving corpses strewn across the Sunshine State for more than a decade. The authorities - especially one tenacious state agent - have begun to notice the exponential body count, and send a police task force to track down Serge. Could his luck finally have run out?

When Palmer Stoat notices the black pickup truck following him on the highway, he fears his precious Range Rover is about to be carjacked. But Twilly Spree, the man tailing Stoat, has vengeance, not sport-utility vehicles, on his mind. Idealistic, independently wealthy, and pathologically short-tempered, Twilly has dedicated himself to saving Florida's wilderness from runaway destruction. He favors unambiguous political statements - such as torching Jet-Skis or blowing up banks - that leave his human targets shaken but re-educated.

Lyla Cowan is a force to be reckoned with. She’s tough, ruthless when she needs to be, and intolerant of bullies. While at the same time she’s making sure colonists and refugees have what they need. ‘You broke it, you bought it’ has a whole new meaning when two thirds of the galactic core is affected. She started this path as a lowly paid mercenary. Now she’s running the third largest militia in the League of Worlds. The Unbound became bound. To each other, and to the work. But the work is changing, and change begun cannot be stopped. Sometimes to continue on, you must first ...

On the day he retires, Inspector Ashwin Chopra inherits two unexpected mysteries. The first is the case of a drowned boy, whose suspicious death no one seems to want solved. And the second is a baby elephant. As his search for clues takes him across the teeming city of Mumbai, from its grand high rises to its sprawling slums and deep into its murky underworld, Chopra begins to suspect that there may be a great deal more to both his last case and his new ward than he thought.

The services of the Eyes Peeled Detective Agency are secured by Sir Barrington Hedley-Smythe following the theft of four rare and exceptionally valuable bronze busts. Sam and the team are soon hot on the case, also happening upon a mysterious spate of missing pets in the process. Then, if their caseload wasn’t busy enough, the shocking theft of the iconic Isle of Man Senior TT Trophy is making global headlines, meaning even more potential work for our intrepid team. Overall, ideal business conditions for an expanding firm of private detectives, you’d imagine? Not so much….

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Every nosy neighbor, gossipy friend, and meddling relative is just one good mystery away from becoming a detective. From behind locked doors or out in broad daylight, driven by chance or curiosity, amateur sleuths get in over their heads in these six hair-raising, hilarious stories.

The bigger the secret… …the greater the body count. Brooklyn never expected to be on the run, and that too with her companions. With the Syndicate hot on their heels, she sets out on a mad dash around the city to keep them all alive. Fortunately, with a resourceful human by her side and with the help of the shifter, Brooklyn sees a way forward. Dominic might still have reservations about Brooklyn, but as the danger looms, the more willing he is to risk it all to keep her safe. When the mystery of her father’s death is revealed, he realizes that they have more in common than he ...

Hazel and Fox are an ordinary married couple with a baby. Except for one small thing: they're murderers. Well, they used to be. They had it all. An enviable London lifestyle, five-star travels, and plenty of bad men to rid from the world. Then Hazel got pregnant. Now, they’re just another mom-and-dad-and-baby. They gave up vigilante justice for life in the suburbs: arranged play dates instead of body disposals, diapers over daggers, mommy conversations instead of the sweet seduction right before a kill. And Hazel finds her new life terribly dull.

"I'm Lexi Carmichael, geek extraordinaire. I spend my days stopping computer hackers at the National Security Agency. My nights? Those I spend avoiding my mother and eating cereal for dinner. Even though I work for a top-secret agency, I've never been in an exciting car chase, sipped a stirred (not shaken) martini, or shot a poison dart from an umbrella. Until today, that is, when two gun-toting thugs popped up in my life and my best friend disappeared."

On the longest night of 1895, a terrible storm rages above Harewood Hall. Max, Markham and an injured Peterson are welcomed in by the Harewood family but quickly realise that the gathering is far from celebratory. For tonight marks the Ordeal of the Haunted Room. Every Harewood heir must endure one terrifying night alone in the Haunted Room before he can inherit the family seat. Legend says that ghosts will murder anyone who isn't the true heir. Francis Harewood's ordeal will begin at midnight and end at dawn, but it isn't long before everything goes horribly wrong.

So, it’s official: Andre and I are now an item. How do I feel about it? Excited and just a little nervous. Okay, a lot nervous—what if I mess this up? I’ve promised myself that I won’t focus on the negative! Instead, I’m trying not to be too depressed because Andre is leaving Haven Hollow for a few weeks. Why? Because he’s a traveling Magician. As a goodbye present, I’ve whipped up a potion I haven’t made in a long while: Gypsy Gold. I figure it will make an impressive stage trick when he’s able to turn things into fool’s gold! But after Andre leaves town (taking with ...

What happened to the boy who got everything? Bio-tech genius Jack Hamilton is on the brink of a world-changing discovery. But when Jack's best friend contaminates his years-long experiment, Jack believes it's back to the drawing board. When curvaceous beauty Brooke gets a whiff of Jack's failed experiment, she undergoes an accidental DNA transformation that turns her into Jack's permanent plaything. Now, Brooke has babies on the mind and begs Jack to deliver in the bedroom, bathroom, and ever room in between! But the fun doesn't end there in this full, five-book box set. Between a naughty ...

Paranormal Women’s Fiction from #1 Amazon bestseller, J.R. Rain, and New York Times bestseller, H.P. Mallory! The women of Haven Hollow aren’t your typical forty-something singles. Poppy’s a gypsy who creates potions, Wanda’s a witch, Fifi’s a succubus, Libby’s a zombie, Darla was once a ghost but now she’s corporeal and Bailey’s a medium. When they find themselves forming an unlikely friendship over potion-brewing and booze, Wanda decides their impromptu group needs a name. But, somehow, ‘Flushed and Forty,’ ‘The Haven Hollow Hoochies,’ and ‘The Witchy Winos’ ...

Though another devastating hurricane is raking Florida, its awesome power can’t stop the Sunshine State’s most loyal son, Serge A. Storms, from his latest scenic road trip: a cemetery tour. With his best bro Colman riding shotgun, Serge hits the highway in his ’69 gold Plymouth Satellite, putting pedal to the metal on a grand tour of the past.

It's November, and Miss Julia is looking forward to some quiet time before the holidays. That is until snobby Connie Clayborn and her rich husband move to town. At first Miss Julia and the other ladies are pleased to be invited over for coffee, but the afternoon turns into a slap in the face when their hostess spouts nonstop criticism about Abbotsville. Why, how dare she? Days later Miss Julia decides to confront Connie woman to woman, but when she arrives Connie is lying on the kitchen floor - lifeless in a pool of blood.

Behind every assassination, there is an anonymous mastermind - a plotter - working in the shadows. Plotters quietly dictate the moves of the city's most dangerous criminals, but their existence is little more than legend. Reseng is an assassin. Raised by a cantankerous killer named Old Raccoon in the crime headquarters "The Library", Reseng never questioned anything: where to go, who to kill, or why his home was filled with books that no one ever read. But one day, Reseng steps out of line on a job, toppling a set of carefully calibrated plans.

I got me a date with Death… When Marty Zack shows up at my office at Spook Society, asking for my help, I dunno what to think. See, Marty and me… well, we’re at cross purposes when it comes to ghosties—I like to help the dead move on at their own speed, and Marty’s more like an uptight landlord kicking them to the curb. So, when Marty tells me the spooks of Haven Hollow have been disappearing for no good reason, and he needs my help to find out why, I gotta wonder what in the heck is going on. With the deceased Cain Morgan at my side (actually, it’s more fittin’ to say—...