Cozy Mystery Comedy

Gold coins from a centuries-old sunken treasure ship have been found on the beach in Cawsand. This would be no cause for Tempest Michaels to take notice, but a man murdered by the ghost of a dead pirate come to claim back the gold? That ticks all his boxes. Tempest, oblivious to the events in Cawsand and believing he was overdue a week off, has traveled to Cornwall with his dogs for some relaxation and perhaps a cream tea or two. Well, fat chance of that, because he is hip-deep in murderous ghosts before he finishes his second pint.

Single mom Maggie Hayes puts up a tough front to hide her loneliness, spending her days in the courtroom as a lawyer and her evenings as a closet video gamer. Another heartache isn't worth the risk, not after her husband left her last year for a Hooters waitress. When she decides to try dating again, a cute video-game-designing nerd seems like a safe bet - until he becomes the prime suspect in a murder.

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.

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?

STICKST DU NOCH ODER STIRBST DU SCHON? MORDSERIE UNTER MÄNNERSTICKERN! STICKENDE MÄNNER LEBEN GEFÄHRLICH! In Schwäbisch Hall fällt ein Männerstickkränzchenmitglied nach dem anderen tot um, gemeuchelt mit einer Präzisionsschleuder. Wer tut sowas? Ein Stricker mit rrr, also einer aus dem gegnerischen Lager? Oder ein Traditionalist, der es nicht erträgt, wenn Männer diese ehemalige Frauen-Domäne für sich erobern? Und wird er erst aufhören, wenn auch Siggi Seifferheld, der prominenteste unter den Männer-Stickern, tot ist?

The body of a woman who insulted everyone she met on her short trip to Moonstone Lake is found floating in the lake. Is it a murder or an accident? Arizona Summers and her psychic dog Nutmeg love to solve crimes. The new chief Keith Wesley makes it clear he doesn’t want her help. Once he realizes Arizona is the go-to person with whom the townspeople share their deepest and darkest secrets. The handsome new chief tries to get back in Arizona’s good graces but she doesn’t make it easy.

Avery Shaw has taken on her fair share of jerks. Often, she’s considered the jerk when she takes them down...a role she gladly relishes. Now, though, she’s taking on a whole faction of jerks. It seems a battle of the sexes is brewing in Macomb County. A local shock jock, a man who believes women should be home tending children and keeping the house clean while men bring home the bacon, is on trial for sexually harassing his underlings.

Despite it being slightly more fun than a visit to a 12th-century dentist, Stitches doesn't want to go. Tonight, Mrs. Ladle has promised them something special: a game that hasn't been played for a very long time. One that's bound to make the evening fly by. This could be the start of another adventure crammed with intrigue and weirdness and packed full of derring-do and never-before-chronicled acts of heroism and bravery.

Valerian hat sich aus seiner Wohnung ausgesperrt und bittet seinen Nachbarn Niko um Hilfe. Das wäre an sich nichts Außergewöhnliches, hätte dieser nicht gerade seine Frau erschossen. Niko zwingt ihn, ihm bei der Entsorgung der Leiche zu helfen, doch trotz akribischer Planung läuft die Aktion nicht so geschmiert wie erhofft. Und so folgen - mehr oder weniger unabsichtlich - noch zwei weitere Morde, und es sollten nicht die letzten sein.

Hier wird nach Märchenmanier gemordet! Jürgen Seibold, der Autor der beliebten Allgäu-Krimis, meldet sich mit einer neuen witzigen Krimireihe zurück. Robert Mondrian hat keine Lust mehr, Attentäter zu jagen und Staatsfeinde mit bloßen Händen aus dem Verkehr zu ziehen. Deswegen hat er Deutschlands geheimstem Geheimdienst den Rücken gekehrt, sich zur Ruhe gesetzt und eine Buchhandlung gekauft.

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.

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?

Après le succès de "Choucroute maudite" et "Bretzel Blues", une 3e enquête délirante du commissaire Franz Eberhofer. Le dîner est servi... Une tête de cochon sanglante dans le lit du juge Moratschek mène Franz Eberhofer sur la piste d'un dangereux psychopathe. Les exploits d'Hannibal Lecter ne sont rien à côté de ceux du Dr Küstner qui sévit à Niederkaltenkirchen. Il s'est échappé de prison et l'heure de la vengeance contre le juge qui l'a mis à l'ombre a sonné. De quoi plonger le commissaire Eberhofer dans une véritable détresse existentielle.

Things are starting to look up for Dorothy, Charlie and Neil. But not for long. A series of catastrophic events leads them into more trouble that they ever dreamed possible.

Still adjusting to her family's recent exoneration from the archaeological world (they stole an artifact, caused a ruckus...it's a long story), June decides to embark on a press tour to repair the image of her employer (Oxford University) and her (somewhat crazy, but altogether lovable) grandfather. When the opportunity arises to go to America to find a lost treasure belonging to the notorious outlaw Butch Cassidy, June know's it isn't something she can shy away from - even if she wasn't exactly the one who was assigned by Oxford to the task.

The Washbridge banks are in big trouble - all of their money has gone missing. If Susan can uncover what has happened, it will be The Bugle’s biggest story yet. But there are other things on Susan’s mind - like witches, werewolves, and vampires. Even though she knows they can’t possibly exist.

Phoebe, a private duty nurse, has a gift for knowing certain kinds of information that are none of her business, so when her new boss asks her to help him find and retrieve some extremely valuable items that have gone missing, she's happy to try to help. What the boss failed to disclose was who she'd have to work with and what they'd be up against.

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.

Bienvenue dans le village de Niederkaltenkirchen, Bavière, pour une comédie policière haute en couleur. Le commissaire Franz Eberhofer, viré de Munich pour raisons disciplinaires, se la coulait douce dans sa bourgade natale : les patrouilles finissaient invariablement devant une bière chez Wolfi, en promenade avec Louis II, son chien, dans la boucherie de son copain Simmerl ou à table avec sa mémé sourde comme un pot.