Cozy Comedy

Inflicting Christian names like Jefferson Youll on a young lad already saddled with a surname like Patbottom is a sufficient handicap for anyone, but if you have the misfortune to be educated at Watlington County Grammar and end up as thick as a plank, life gets very tricky indeed. Settling for Jyp and braving a succession of dead-end jobs, he finds sanctuary in a government statistics department dealing with figures.

Fact: In September 1964, the Beatles, their private flight diverted by Hurricane Dora, made an unplanned visit to Key West. Fiction: Poolside at their motel, the Fab Four fell into conversation with a snappy-dressing local named Bert the Shirt, who listened as the band worked out a harmony to the most beautiful song he’d ever heard...and wouldn’t hear again for over half a century.

When Cambria Clyne - klutzy, 20-something single mom - takes the job of an apartment manager at an LA complex, she hopes her run of bad luck is finally coming to an end. She's got a nice home for her daughter, a steady source of income, and the cute maintenance guy is certainly a nice perk! But her luck takes a bad turn again when a dead body turns up and a crime spree takes over the community, and Cambria finds her complex squarely at the center of it all!

Narrowly missing a splat of ectoplasm - or Bernard, as he was more commonly known - Ronnie entered the shop to the clanging of the little silver bell. His brow furrowed as he absently scratched his cheek. Grendle the shopkeeper always came out after the tolling of the first bell. Always. Later on, the local press interviews the Skullenian residents after an incident at the fountain: A happy young couple has discovered a cadaver while taking a moonlit stroll through the cemetery. What links the strange events? Is anything else going to happen?

Ready to redesign her life, style expert Samantha Kidd accepts a job in her Pennsylvania hometown as a trend specialist. But her first day goes completely A-line when she stumbles across her legendary boss dead in the elevator. And after the body disappears, she can't help but pull on the mystery's thread. Supervising her deceased employer's vogue competition, Samantha tries to hem in a sexy shoe designer and countless ego-driven creatives to stitch together the clues. Can Samantha put a killer in the spotlight before she's sewn up for a crime she didn't commit?

Marty Golden can barely string a voicemail message together, let alone keep up with his new love. This quirky uncle's hectic Silicon Valley lifestyle needs a reboot when a youth league soccer game becomes a murder scene. And nothing can stop him from donning his amateur sleuth uniform when he discovers his sweetheart used to have quite a thing for the dead guy.... With a not-so-helpful paw from Buddy the Labrador, he does his best to sniff out a long list of possible suspects. Can Marty solve the case before the trail and his new flame grow cold?

Marty Golden enjoys time with his nieces, but he wanted to spend the weekend with his new girlfriend - not chaperone a Girl Scout camping trip. Once he stumbles upon the corpse of a friend in the woods, the outdoors adventure becomes an open-air disaster. When the police label it an accidental death, the meticulous Marty vows to investigate the murder. After all, it's poor manners to let your friend's death go unsolved. On the hunt for clues the cops ignored, Marty uncovers a disturbing connection to himself.

En ce moment, ça marche impeccablement pour le commissaire Franz Eberhofer : ses amours roulent, la porcherie qu'il rénove est pratiquement habitable, il tient la forme grâce aux bières régulières et aux promenades quotidiennes avec Louis II - son chien, son coach fitness, son fidèle compagnon. Mais voilà que l'ambiance tourne à l'aigre dans le village de Niederkaltenkirchen : quelqu'un a tagué en rouge sur la maison du directeur du collège M. Höpfl "Crève, sale porc !". Le directeur disparaît plusieurs jours, pour revenir une nuit sous une forme plutôt macabre.

How come nobody ever sees Miranda Ogilvy - except one smoking-hot neighbor and one stone cold killer? The tiny village called “Minokee” (Seminole for “alligators all over the place”) is chock full of mysteries like that, and like: Who is the hunky neighbor, Shepard Krausse, how in heck did he find the invisible Miranda, and why does such a nice guy have such deadly enemies? Who killed Miranda’s Aunt Phyllis? Is Shepard’s guide dog, Dave, really the smartest guy in town? Why does old Miz Cleary keep a loaded rifle beside her front porch rocking chair?

Nachdem Alison Temple entdeckt, dass ihr Ehemann sie betrügt, macht sie das, was eine sitzen gelassene Frau so tut: sie sprüht eine fiese Botschaft an ihn auf ihr Hochzeitskleid und nimmt einen Job bei dem Detektivbüro an, das ihn überführt hat. Plötzlich ist sie Ermittlerin in einer reinen Londoner Frauenagentur namens "Fitzgeralds Untersuchungsbüro", was eine einschneidende Veränderung im Vergleich zu ihrem früheren Leben bedeutet, besonders wenn man bedenkt, mit was für Leuten sie es durch ihren neuen Job zu tun bekommt.

Zweitausend Jahre ging die Menschheit davon aus, dass Jesus und seine Jünger beim letzten Abendmahl ordentlich Wein gebechert hätten. Ihr kennt den Unsinn mit dem Heiligen Gral. Bullshit. Es war Cervisia, benannt nach der Feldgöttin Ceres. Neudeutsch? Bier. Und zwar mit ordentlich Bums drin. Die Kirche, der Weinpapst und die württembergische Weinmafia wollen das Heilige Fass ein für allemal zerstören. Klingt wie eine Mischung aus Monty Python und Da Vinci Code? Ist es nicht. Es ist ernst. Bierernst. Gibt nur einen, der das Ding noch retten kann.

When gumshoe detective, Daxon Steele, finds he’s ankle deep in more than a chewed up wad, he quickly uncovers a sinister plot that sets out to exploit and destroy not just the skink-pushers who hide in the shadows of the Flatpack District, not just the poor guys, gals and others shaking their hips at Shooters & Hooters Club, but the entire population of Bryunsville. Will Dax overcome his prejudice and accept Gaz, a former stripper-bot, as his partner?

It's the first day of Ninna's job in the local animal shelter, and a dog is talking to her. Not just any dog...a fat, old, smart-alecky Basset Hound who says his name is Mosey. She can't quit, she needs this job.

Necromancer-witch hybrid Ava Harper has accomplished many things in the year since moving back home to Shipton Harbor. She’s checking things off a bucket list she never knew she had.

When it comes to being a CIA agent, John isn't the best man for the job, but he is the best in the bakery. However, he's far from the only baker in town. When a dangerous criminal escapes from prison, she gets right back to doing what she does best: making cookies. These aren't just any ordinary cookies, and she wants the world to know.

Herr Heiland geht auf große Fahrt: Der alljährliche Ausflug mit den Messdienern steht an. Und dann noch in eine abgelegene Jugendherberge - ein Graus! Wie viel lieber wäre Heiland auf seiner Sonntagskanzel... oder sogar bei einer seiner Mordermittlungen. Ein Wunsch, der ihm leider viel zu schnell erfüllt wird: Der Herbergsvater Sigismund Grumpelmoser liegt im Gras - erschlagen! Doch von wem? Der wohlhabende Charmeur war allseits beliebt.

What do the Minotaur, Rasputin, the first man hung for murder in America, and the Countess of Blood all have in common? No, they aren't related. They all appeared on the Bombay Family's Hit List! In this collection of Bombay Bedtime Stories, you'll find out what Bombays did before Gin Bombay came along. From pet dodo birds to Ancient Greece and twentieth century Russia, get the stories Bombay children have been told for thousands of years. Stories that have been shrouded in blood - sworn to secrecy . . . until now!

All is not well on the cosy but quirky English island of Greengage. The mysterious rummaging and stealing from an old lady’s bookshelf exposes secrets and suspicious behaviour. Then there’s a cryptic lovers’ quarrel between two pub owners and an eccentric uncle interfering in affairs of the heart. No wonder Kit Sorel - librarian and now reluctant private detective - is busy. To make things worse, she’s worried about her relationship with the hardworking businesswoman and lady of the manor, Laura Howard.

When theatrical agent Daniel Bernstein sues the Evening Chronicle for libel, crime reporter Colin Crampton is called in to sort out the problem. But trouble escalates when Bernstein turns up murdered. Colin discovers that any of five comedians competing for the chance to appear on a top TV show could be behind the killing.

June’s life is in limbo. Since being the personal assistant to her twin brother does not include helping wrangle his lizards up on the International Space Station—thank God—she’s got free time on her hands. Which for her, usually means trouble. But not this time. Nope, she’s just going to relax, avoid any sort of publicity, steer clear of her brother's nutty fans The Dewzers, and just hang out with Morgan. Except he's on his first case as a private eye and he needs to make one little stop. Where June's attacked by a ninja. Well that escalated quickly.