Cozy Humor

It's the day of Bubba and Willodean's wedding. The sun is shining. There isn't a cloud in the sky. The pergola is decorated in high style with baby's breath and ribbons streaming galore, and the preacher is ready. So what can possibly go wrong? Just about everything can go wrong. While 22 types of canapes are being served along with gallons of mimosas, Bubba finds the one thing that he well and truly did not want to find. There's a dead body in his house. Then the dead body disappears while Bubba goes for help. Then the body reappears.

Two septuagenarians win the lottery's biggest prize, dragging Walt and Ox into the most bizarre cases of their career. The two "oldies" are determined to use their new-found wealth to re-create the past but instead propel Walt into the future where he must use drones and Star Trek phasers to balance the scales of justice. When an extortion plot turns into kidnapping, Walt must boldly go where no cop has gone before to save himself and the millionaire.

Wuthessen gegen Guthessen: Das gibt Tote! Ex-Kommissar Henning Bröhmann ist mit Freunden im Vogelsberg wandern, da erzählt ihm sein Vermieter Rüdi von seinem Engagement für die neue Partei "HESSEN ZUERST!". Seit Rüdi arbeitslos wurde, hat er sich große Ziele gesetzt: unter anderem ein Landtagsmandat. Nun macht er Wahlkampf mit Slogans wie "Kartoffelworscht statt Döner" oder "Make Oberhessen great again". Bröhmann wird schnell klar, dass die populistische Partei nicht allein auf Wahlplakate und Sonntagsreden setzt.

Two American travelers have been killed—one with poison, the other with a knife through the heart—and the only clues at the scene are a woman’s wedding ring and the German word for “vengeance” written in blood. The military surgeon Dr. John Watson is brought in to investigate, along with his clever, arrogant new roommate, Sherlock Holmes.

Violet has to prepare for her Home Economics assessment, but with a house full of guests and a lunatic sister playing detective, how will she ever get it done? And if the dog did not destroy her mother's cake, who did? Did she really see someone lurking down at the gatehouse? Which one is the bay tree, and what does nutmeg look like anyway? Should self-confessed teachers be allowed out into society?

Just because a man cheats on his wife and makes Danny DeVito look tall, dark, and handsome, is that any reason to kill him? The reluctant and quirky PI, Lee Alvarez, doesn't think so. The 34-year old half-Latina, half-WASP and 100% detective has her work cut out for her when the man is murdered on her watch. Of all the nerve. For Lee, this has become personal. From San Francisco's famous Embarcadero to quaint Princeton-by-the-Sea, she is out to find the killer. And for the killer, this has become personal, too.

Charlie (a werewolf), Dorothy (a vampire), and Neil (a wizard) have a new flatmate. The bad news is, she's a human. The even worse news is, she's an investigative reporter. Susan Hall has just joined The Bugle, and is looking to make a name for herself.

When assigned to determine the cause of brewing tensions in the exclusive seaside city of Ruen, Oscar Teabag-Dooven discovers that it's on the brink of tearing itself apart. Things become complicated when it appears those responsible are in charge of running the place.

Getting involved in a murder investigation had never been part of Ray Rosenthorpe's retirement plans. But here he was, on a Saturday morning in a garden center, looking at a dead body in a shed. A woman Ray knows is standing over the dead body with blood on her hands. She claims she had nothing to do with the murder, and asks Ray to help clear her name. Being the kind-hearted soul that he is, Ray agrees to help her.

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.

Warning: Before you even consider listening to this, understand that this is a story about a guy that is large, feels he is in charge, and is ready to kick some butt. In truth, he is essentially deaf, almost blind, socially handicapped, and has little sense of smell to boot. Add to that his basic disregard for proper attire and you have one humorous, heartfelt, and, at times, moving story. Okay maybe not that heartfelt or moving, but it may all depend on how you look at things.

The night world of Old Town, Portland, Oregon, has gone mad in the grip of gentrification, and at the center of it all is Lucky Supreme, a seedy tattoo parlor, whose proprietor is a street-bred artist with a unique approach to problem solving. Darby Holland has enough on his radar, but when some flash (tattoo artwork) stolen from him resurfaces in California, he can't help himself. His efforts to reclaim it set him on a dangerous path, dragging along his delightfully eccentric colleagues.

Comic book artist Mike Mason arrives at San Diego Comic-Con seeking sanctuary with other fans and creators - and maybe to reunite with his ex - but when his rival is found murdered, he becomes the prime suspect. To clear his name, Mike will have to navigate every corner of the con, from zombie obstacle courses and cosplay flash mobs to intrusive fans and obsessive collectors, in the process unraveling a dark secret behind one of the industry's most legendary creators.

The town's psychic cat, Irene Peggledrip, is being visited by a band of malevolent spirits who all claim to be murderers. The stage is set for Hettie and Tilly to solve an old murder mystery, where all the cats involved appear to be dead. Will our feline sleuths finally lay the ghosts to rest? Can Molly Bloom’s new cafe survive the seance? And will the moving claw give up its secrets before the gravy congeals? Join Hettie and Tilly for another spirited adventure.

Since she was just a little girl, Jessie Stone has dreamed up hundreds of marriage proposals and fantasized about wedding dresses and falling in love. She’s been a bridesmaid nearly a dozen times, waved numerous couples off to sunny honey-moons, and shopped in more department stores for half-price fondue pots than she cares to remember. But shopping for one key component in her own happily ever after hasn’t been as productive–a future husband. The man she thought she would marry cheated on her. The crush she has on her best friend Blake is at very best…well, crushing.

Murder meets menopause. Take a guess which wins. A romantic vacation for...five? This wasn't exactly what Jessie and Wilson had in mind when they planned their trip to the tropics. The fun begins when Jessie's delightfully spry mother, Wilson's surfer dude son, and Jessie's rabidly hyperactive New York agent decide to tag along. What kind of trouble can these three oddest of odd balls possibly get into? Take a guess.

When psychotherapist and recovering alcoholic Letty Whittaker responds to a middle-of-the-night crisis call, she knows helping Trinnie face her demons won't be easy. However, instead of finding her friend dead drunk, Letty finds her just...dead. And Paul, another close friend, is the primary suspect.

Following the sudden death of a co-worker, psychotherapist Letty Whittaker learns she has "inherited" her colleague's case load. As professional executor, Letty assumes responsibility for Regina's clients, including those from Devlin House, the local domestic abuse shelter where Regina had worked - and died.

Wenn es Frühling wird in Glaubenthal, kommt der schöne Peter ins Dorf. Der Bäcker - von allen geliebt in der Region. Eine seiner größten Fans war Tante Herta. Doch die steht nicht wie sonst als erste am Wagen, sondern liegt mausetot im Vorgarten. In ihrem Alter nichts per se Unwahrscheinliches. Aber sie ist splitterfasernackt! Da muss sich die alte Huber mal wieder die Ärmel hochkrempeln und losermitteln. Auch wenn das zeitlich gar nicht passt, schließlich steht ihr Geburtstag vor der Tür, zu dem sich gegen ihren ausdrücklichen Wunsch Gäste angemeldet haben.

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.