English Cozy Romantic Mysteries

During what should’ve been a romantic double date, a fire breaks out at a historic home. Harper Harlow and Jared Monroe race to the scene to make sure nobody is trapped or in danger...and discover one heck of a secret. It seems, the house, which was owned by a solitary older woman who kept to herself, was being run as a brothel. Now, she’s dead, and there’s a bevy of married men on the hot seat for her murder.

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.

As Lacey waits for Baby Luzzi to make his or her appearance, she’s decided - at her husband’s insistence - to cool her jets on the whole chasing-criminals lifestyle. She’s settled in comfortably as part-time help at her best friend’s bar, and, although the work might be a tad boring after years of explosions and car chases, it’s a safe job, relatively sanitary, and uneventful - for most people. Lacey isn’t most people.

Tressa Jayne Turner has had it up to here with the dumb-blonde jokes and a childhood nickname that's harder to get rid of than her favorite pair of cowboy boots. Thanks to one Rick Townsend, Iowa Department of Natural Resources officer, local hottie, and general pain in Tressa's behind, everyone knows her as "Calamity Jayne". Just because she may be a little accident prone and trouble seems to sometimes find her, Tressa can't get anyone in her small town to take her seriously. That is, until Tressa finds a seriously dead body.

Jane Marsh wants to shake off the empty-nest syndrome, plus the notoriety of the death of her first and second husbands, by starting over in a new place. She sells her family home to move to a far Northern suburb of Denver. At the same time, Jane's dinner club is undergoing a transformation, and a new man - a gourmet chef - enters her life. But things turn sour when on the day Jane moves into her new home, she discovers a dead body.

Inspired by her past sleuthing successes, Juliet Langley has officially joined the ranks of Nashville's licensed private investigators. Her best friend, Pete Bennett, doesn't worry that her detective work might interfere with her full-time job running his coffeehouse, Java Jive. He just wishes she would spend her free time rejoining the local music scene instead of tailing cheating spouses.

The primary election is almost here, and Avery Shaw is in her glory. Her boss has unleashed her on the leading candidates - including two of whom she downright loathes - and Macomb County's leading reporter (and pot-stirrer extraordinaire) is about to turn the election on its ear. She just needs to find a story first. When her nemesis, Tad Lancaster, loses a volunteer, Avery sniffs out a bigger story...or at least she thinks she does. She has a pile of documents, too many insidious ideas to wrangle, and a long-suffering boyfriend who can do nothing but shake his head.

Avery Shaw is living the dream.... Kind of.

She's officially moved to her dream house, and her boyfriend Eliot Kane is making her host a housewarming party to show off the new digs to her family. All is going well–other than the endless arguments over food and hiding from Avery's family, of course–until one of Avery's enemies comes calling.

Avery's former boyfriend Jake Farrell broke up with Cara Carpenter weeks before but she's still stalking him.... and Avery in the process. When Cara turns up dead at a high-profile event, not only is Jake a suspect, but Avery and Eliot are, too.

Jamie Winter loathes her job as a secretary in the sleaziest law firm in New Jersey. Trouble is, someone else loathes the whole firm - enough to kill one of the partners, the two-timing, 11-fingered king of lowbrow television commercial spots, Dougie Digits. Now, Jamie is being strong-armed into investigating by Dougie's frosty widow, Hilary. The suspect list is long, including the firm's bookish paralegal, embezzling bookkeeper, ambitious associate, and resentful senior partners.

It's hard to say no to Tripp Blackston. That's how Abby found herself on yet another committee, organizing a bachelors' auction to raise money for Tripp's veterans' group. The former Special Forces soldier is mortified when Abby enlists him to be one of the prizes, but she has a covert plan to bid on him herself. Before she can, she's foiled by a sniper bid from Tripp's ex-wife Valerie. Still reeling and wondering what his ex is suddenly doing in town, Abby goes looking to pay the auction's emcee, radio personality Bryce Cadigan. She finds him in the parking lot, dead in his car.

In Paris, there were simply too many beautiful women hiding too many secrets, and this case was becoming too personal and too intriguing for Mrs. Duchesney to solve on her own. There was only one name on the engraved invitation: Louie Arnaud Bertrand, making it perfectly clear that Mrs. Duchesney was not welcome at Chateau de Robinesque-Roussel. Investigating the very delicate nature of this mystery would become her sleuthing partner Louie's first solo assignment.

People often ask me, “How did Louie Bertrand become a famous Paris sleuth?” For our first interview, Louie Bertrand agreed to meet me at a cafe at one o'clock in the afternoon for le petit dejeuner. This should have been my first clue, for it shouted this artist turned sleuth was a night bloomer. From my interviews, I would learn Louie Bertrand and his sleuthing partner, Mrs. Duchesney, were as different as...well, as different as Paris in the daytime and Paris at night.

Tina Bender is the gossip columnist at the infamous L.A. Informer tabloid. She knows everything about everyone who's anyone. And she's not afraid to print it. That is, until she receives a threatening note, promising, "If you don't stop writing about me, you're dead." Now her managing editor Felix Dunn (from the High Heels Mysteries), has her teaming with a built bodyguard, a bubbly blonde, and an alcoholic obituary writer to uncover just which juicy piece of Hollywood gossip is worth killing over.

Amber Fox has been making too many mistakes, and something's got to give...For starters, Amber accidentally shoots Chief Inspector Janice Skipper and gets thrown off the police force. Oops! Then, she accepts a job as an insurance investigator from her ex-fiancé, Brad Beckett. Only Brad thinks they've still got unfinished business in the romance department, making for a steamier working environment than Amber counted on.

All is quiet in Lakeside until Molly Miars, the kindergarten teacher, is found dead. According to the new police chief, she overdosed on heroin. That doesn't explain why her head was the only body part to make it to her funeral. Mustang and her fellow PTOers don't buy the heroin overdose for a second. Vowing to do right by Molly, the PTO decides to investigate. Quickly they find that Lakeside isn't the quiet, sleepy town it appears to be. There is a dark side - money laundering and drug trafficking.

Sage Farrell regrets missing her chance to be more than friends with Marlow Henry. But being alone and lonely in her sophomore year at Detroit University is the least of her problems. On a dark, quiet forest road something jumps in front of her truck, literally from out of nowhere. It wasn't a deer or elk that she hit, but the beautiful media star Crystal Morrisette. Marlow and Sage are pulled into yet another unexplainable mystery. Who killed the media star and how did she just appear out of thin air?

Bookstore owner Harlow Hathaway buys 40 boxes of books, some rare and some not, at the estate sale of a man who recently died. With the help of her best friend, Cooper Callaway, she begins to inventory her purchase finds a complete set of signed novels penned by her favorite author of all time, Alistair Winslow. Winslow is a reclusive writer, who spins his tales from a secret hideaway. Most assume that Alistair Winslow is a pen name and not a given name, but while many have tried, none have been able to unmask the man and reveal his true identity

He watched the boy skipping rocks across the clear, still water. From the cover of dense forest he listened to the childish squeals of delight as the flat hard surface of the stone met the firm unyielding force of the lake. Each hop resulted in an ever widening web of rings, each ring, larger, yet less intense than that which came before. Life, he mused, was like those rings.

The last thing Stacie Maroni expected to find in the break room was a dead guy. And even worse, a dead guy with her name, phone number, and office location in his pocket. If that’s not bad enough, a fellow member of the foundation she spearheads seems to be missing in action. Although these events don’t seem to be linked, Stacie is in the thick of things and sleuthing for her life. At least the two mysteries distract her from the attention of, and her attraction to, the handsome detective.

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!