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Outside Los Angeles, a driver pulls up to find a young woman sitting on a large black box. She offers him $200,000 cash to transport her and that box across the country, to Washington, DC. But there are rules: He cannot look inside the box. He cannot ask questions. He cannot tell anyone. They must leave immediately. He must leave all trackable devices behind. As these eccentric misfits hit the road, rumors spread on social media that the box is part of a carefully orchestrated terror attack intended to plunge the USA into civil war.

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 ...

"It's okay to love me, Joey. But don't be in love with me." New York, 1941. Joey El Bueno is just a smart-aleck kid, confounding the nuns and bullies at St. Stephen's School on East 28th Street, when he first meets Jane Bent, a freckle-faced girl with red pigtails and yellow smiley-face barrettes, who seems to know him better than he knows himself. A magical afternoon at the movies, watching Carey Grant in Gunga Din, is the beginning of a puzzling friendship that soon leaves Joey baffled and bewildered.

When Meddelin Chan ends up accidentally killing her blind date, her meddlesome mother calls for her even more meddlesome aunties to help get rid of the body. Unfortunately, a dead body proves to be a lot more challenging to dispose of than one might anticipate, especially when it is inadvertently shipped in a cake cooler to the over-the-top billionaire wedding Meddy, her Ma, and aunties are working at an island resort on the California coastline.

A snowy afternoon at the Paris Opera... What could possibly go wrong? When Ava Sext, an amateur sleuth who sells books from an outdoor stand overlooking the Seine, is hired to interview the dancers of an upcoming ballet at the Paris Opera House, she jumps at the chance. But her joy is short-lived when she stumbles upon a secret concerning the death of the last dancer who danced the ballet and finds herself pulled into a web of intrigue where anyone and everyone seems to have a motive. Death in the Paris Opera: A lighthearted cozy mystery set in Paris, a city where food, wine, and crime make...

Violet Parker has big troubles these days—the ticking kind. To duck the Grim Reaper, she needs to get her hands on eighty-plus rare, mystical clocks locked up tight by a thick-headed detective. The solution? Hijack the truckload of ticking time bombs out from under Johnny Law’s nose. But no caper ever goes according to plan. What starts out as a game of clocks and robbers twists and turns into a chaos of cops and clobbers. Will Violet beat the detective in time? Or will she spend Valentine’s Day behind bars?

"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."

Who killed Helena Henry? The shorter list may be who didn’t want her dead. Psychic Raissa Bordeaux thought she’d left her former life behind, hidden away in her eclectic shop in the French Quarter. But when a child is kidnapped and Helena Henry appears, Raissa risks her true identity by offering the police help with the case. New Orleans Detective Zach Blanchard doesn’t believe in psychic hooey and is certain Raissa didn’t get her facts about the case from a crystal ball.

Karen Drayson was a rising star in the Terran Fighter Corps. But being a woman and a star in the Terran military was a problem. Banished to command an old cruiser and sent out on pirate patrol, she’s been recalled home early. After two years away, she and her crew need a rest. But what they need, and expect is there, is not what awaits them. What Karen’s about to find will completely redefine the term, ‘Glass Ceiling’. The Hunter Imperium Universe Is best read in this order: The Spacemage Chronicle Yesterday's Spacemage Today's Spacemage Tomorrow's Spacemage The Hunter Legacy ...

Amazon Best Selling Author Bronze Medal winner--Global Book Awards A Ghost A Seance Not a good combination Tabitha is still reeling from her encounter with DCI Parker when the man she loves gets engaged to Eugenia Windsor, not-so-lovingly nicknamed the Wicked Witch of the West End. Eugenia demands that she be allowed to hold a séance at Ghost Haven. When their live-in ghost, Aimee Bethia fights having the séance, Courtney and Tabitha tell Eugenia no way. Eugenia immediately begins a campaign to force Courtney and Tabitha to allow her to hold her séance. In this campaign, no holds are ...

Karen Drayson just got two shocks. And everyone is celebrating one of them. The hard ceiling is the one all cadets aspire to go through in their careers. But when you’ve done it, you find out why it’s so hard. The threat of being pushed back down into your place doesn’t help things either. When you stand as the gatekeeper to home, what is going on there is a step removed. There’s a line there you just don’t cross. But in Karen’s case, that line is also what separates her from the Soft Ceiling. The Hunter Imperium Universe Is best read in this order: The Spacemage Chronicle ...

Larry Virgil skipped out on his latest court date after he was arrested for hijacking an eighteen-wheeler full of premium bourbon. Fortunately for bounty hunter Stephanie Plum, Larry is just stupid enough to attempt almost the exact same crime again. Only this time he flees the scene, leaving behind a freezer truck loaded with Bogart ice cream and a dead body—frozen solid and covered in chocolate and chopped pecans.

Who hasn’t wondered for a split second what the world would be like if a person who is the object of your affliction ceased to exist? But then you’ve probably never heard of The McMasters Conservatory, dedicated to the consummate execution of the homicidal arts. To gain admission, a student must have an ethical reason for erasing someone who deeply deserves a fate no worse (nor better) than death. The campus of this “Poison Ivy League” college—its location unknown to even those who study there—is where you might find yourself the practice target of a classmate.

Who could’ve hated Janice Wilkerson enough to kill her? She didn’t have many friends, and everyone who knew her admits that they never liked her much. But what other secrets are Janice’s acquaintances hiding? Meanwhile, Tiffany's friend, Ian, is forced to disguise himself as a woman, and Nanna insists she should help with the investigation....

I’m a private investigator, not an exorcist. My new client is hearing voices. He wants me to prove he’s not losing his mind. But how do you prove an 80-year-old man has all his faculties? Turns out, he’s not the Mayor of Crazy Town. He’s another victim in the nefarious business going down in Flamingo Cove. And those a-holes now have me in their sights. My name is Wysdom Ward. These are my case files. The Snappy Senior is the third story in the Wysdom Ward Case Files. These humorous mysteries feature an over-40 wise-cracking private detective. This story contains violence that is not...

My name is Addison Holmes, and I teach history at James Madison High School in Whiskey Bayou, Georgia. You might be under the assumption that my life went to the dogs when my fiancé left me at the altar for the home economics teacher, or when I got notice that my apartment building was going to be condemned, or even when I was desperate enough to strip to my unmentionables to earn some extra cash. The truth is that I'm pretty much used to disasters following me around on a daily basis.

After an eventful first week on the job, Game Warden Jadyn St. James is happy the small bayou town of Mudbug, Louisiana, seems to have fallen back into its normal routine. But when FBI agent Raissa Bordeaux is kidnapped, Jadyn is certain the short-lived peace has come to an abrupt end. Statistics don’t lie, and Jadyn knows that the longer Raissa remains missing, the less likely she’ll be found alive. Sheriff Colt Bertrand knows the FBI won’t let him participate in their investigation, but is certain the federal agents aren’t as qualified as he is to locate someone missing in the swamps surrounding Mudbug.

She'd heard the stories, seen the movies, read the books. But now police Chief Inspector Sigrid Ødegård has to leave her native Norway and actually go there - to that land across the Atlantic where her missing brother is implicated in the mysterious death of a prominent African-American academic. America. Sigrid is plunged into a United States where race and identity, politics and promise, reverberate in every aspect of daily life.

Uptight accountant Andrew Coombs has no time for superstitions - until he meets his own personal Lady Luck, Charlene Nelson, the lovely casino waitress who helps him win big at the slots. But when Charlene stands him up on a date night, Lady Luck is no longer on his side - or in the land of the living. Who would kill the cocktail waitress? Who was Charlene Nelson when she wasn’t slinging drinks? Out-of-towner Andrew doesn’t have a clue where to start looking for answers....

London, 2045. Three months into the Coffee Wars, and Britain's caffeine supplies are at critical levels. Brits are drinking even more tea than usual, keeping a stiff upper lip and praying for an end to it all. A secret government coffee stockpile could save the day...but then mysteriously disappears overnight. One man is asked to unravel the missing-coffee mystery. His name is Pond. Howie Pond. And he's in desperate need of a triple espresso.