Cozy Mystery Humor

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.

Langeweile ist aller Laster Anfang, weiß Ino Tjarks, der seit Jahren nicht mehr so viel Spaß hatte wie zuletzt als Mordverdächtiger, als er seine Unschuld beweisen musste - was er natürlich niemals zugeben würde. Deshalb nehmen Ino und seine Haushälterin Gerda einen Spionage-Auftrag des arroganten Camping-Urlaubers Falko von Walde an: Der verdächtigt nämlich seine Frau, ein Verhältnis mit ihrem neuen Nachbarn zu haben, Kommissar a. D. Traugott Fürchtenicht.

Tjarkshusen, Friesland: Gleich hinter dem Haus des alten Eigenbrötlers Ino Tjarks hat der Kurdirektor Alois Winterscheid ins Gras (der Salzwiese) gebissen. Und weil Ino nie ein Hehl daraus gemacht hat, was er von den Plänen hält, die der Bayer Alois für eine neue Touristenattraktion an der Küste Frieslands hatte, steht er nun unter Mord-Verdacht. Da hilft nur eines: gemeinsam mit seiner patenten Haushälterin Gerda und der Bäckerin Theda den wahren Mörder zu schnappen! Tatsächlich haben die drei bald eine heiße Spur.

Jerry the Joker has a new girlfriend. He knew Dixie came with baggage. She had been involved in a bank robbery, was on stage as a stripper and second banana to a magician, and had been an extra in B movies. What he didn’t know was that his new squeeze was about to be abducted by aliens. Walt and his friends inadvertently become involved in the mysteries surrounding crop circles and alien visitation, both ancient and current, and come face-to-face with the possibility that we are not alone in the universe.

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.

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?

Walt and Maggie purchase a run-down mansion with plans to restore it to its former grandeur, not knowing that every previous owner had suffered a terrible tragedy due to a centuries-old curse. During the restoration, the mysterious mansion reveals dark secrets that have been hidden away for decades. As restless spirits and hidden corpses are found, Walt and Maggie fear they may become the next victims of the evil curse.

Franki Amato is in Venice to celebrate her best friend’s Christmas Eve nuptials. She’s looking forward to a relaxing break from the PI grind and a romantic gondola ride with her Casanova. But when a chef goes belly-up after making violet risotto for the reception, her holiday plans start sinking like La Serenissima. Dead set on finding the killer and saving her BFF’s wedding, Franki navigates the city’s streets and canals, which are darker and more twisted than catacomb tunnels, and all while the ghosts of past and present are quite literally haunting her.

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.

It's the middle of February in Hopeless, fresh snow is on Main Street, and Valentine's is just around the corner. And three things are bothering investigative reporter Hope Walker: The worst woman in history has just become mayor; Hope still doesn't have a date for Valentine's; and a very dead body has turned up.... And Hope? She has no idea what happened. Order the seventh book in the Hope Walker Mysteries, A Hopeless Valentine, today, and listen as award-winning narrator, Tavia Gilbert, brings Hope, Katie, Granny, and all the residents of Hopeless to life!

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!

With no job prospects on the horizon, former fashion buyer Samantha Kidd convinces boyfriend and shoe designer Nick Taylor to give her a job. But when close friend Eddie asks for help with an exhibit of vintage Hollywood costumes, she splits her time between romance and comedy—until a dead man claims all of her attention. Brimming with good intentions, she leave the investigation to the cops, but the killer keeps Eddie in the crosshairs. If Samantha can tear the lid off the investigation, it might mean a feather in her fedora. And if she can't? Her best friend might get capped.

The sign welcoming travelers to Maggody, Arkansas, reads "Pop. 755," and don't expect Hizzoner Jim Bob to repaint it just because there's someone new in town. The mayor won't go out of his way for anyone, especially someone wicked—and a woman who would open a pawnshop in Maggody must be very wicked indeed. Kayleen Smeltner decided to open the shop after her husband was killed during a burglary. She came to Maggody expecting peace and quiet, but she'll find this quaint little patch of nowhere isn't as peaceful as it seems.