Southern Mystery Crime

Mandy Rose Bokum wanted to go home. Her mind and body were getting sicker. Three lonely years living in one room in California were enough. She yearned for peace. She craved love. She wanted answers. Why was her child stolen? Did the thief know her? Was it somehow her fault? The townies blamed her. Accused her of murder. It was time to tell Clyde Boudreaux that he was Hannah's daddy. Clyde fought his own demons. He was seven when he'd watched his granddaddy get lynched. Mandy struggled for years with her own dark secrets. Maybe two halves could make a whole.

Chance Morgan, career firefighter, suspects he'll never take that long overdue honeymoon with his wife, Annie, of seven years. Thanks to an emergency on date night, he is forced to put his first responder skills into action. Trouble finds him of all places at the symphony, where a suspicious death requires his attention. And the dying wish of an old man forces them far from their much anticipated honeymoon. Their personal plans must now take a back seat to their new destination of Highlands, North Carolina. But once again, Morgan is forced to pull another dead body from a house fire, ...

Times are tough as Elliott and Gloria discuss the possibility of taking in a boarder to help make ends meet. Meanwhile Elliott and matt are hot on the case of the missing brother, having been hired by his older sister to find him. Also running through the story is a side bet between Elliott and Matt as to who can drum up the first client of the day. The loser of this contest is surely going to be embarrassed.

As a young outcast in a tough neighborhood, "Nick" makes a life-changing decision, to do whatever it takes to gain respect and acceptance. That resolution leads to serious complications when Southie's Irish and Italian mobs both crave access to Nick's large, secure garage. It's the perfect place to store hijacked trucks, hold covert meetings, and much more. Choosing sides proves hazardous within the unforgiving environment of extreme crime and violence that was 1980s Southie.

Samson Valentine is the best private eye ever to wear a fedora - or at least he was, before he became a washed-up booze hound. There simply isn't demand for a whiskey-swilling Welsh gumshoe who insists he's living in 1940s Chicago. Everything changes when a massive diamond falls into his lap. Before he's too sure of what's going on, he's swept up in the biggest case of his life. The mob will do anything to get its gemstone back, and they prove it when Sam's friend turns up dead. Now it's personal, and Sam sets out on a one-man mission to take down the Welsh crime syndicate.