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Holidays Are Hell
This holiday, spend quality time with family and loved ones—living and dead . . . There's no place like home for the horrordays—unless you'd prefer a romantic midnight walk through a ghost-infested graveyard . . . or a haunted house candlelight dinner with the sexy vampire of your dreams. The (black) magical season is here—and whether it's a solstice séance gone demonically wrong with the incomparable Kim Harrison, a grossly misshapen Christmas with the remarkable Lynsay Sands, a blood-chilling-and-spilling New Year's with the wonderful Marjorie M. Liu, or a super-powered Thanksgiving with the phenomenal Vicki Pettersson, one thing is for certain: in the able hands of these exceptional dark side explorers, the holidays are going to be deliciously hellish!
Which Witchery Is That?
Don’t ever let anyone tell you that getting on the wrong side of a curse is a small thing. Even when you think you’ve got a handle on them, those suckers have a way of jumping up and chewing on your nose before flinging you into the pits of Hell. Have you ever heard of a Groundhog Day curse? Yeah, I hadn't either. Until somebody put one on a certain goth teenager, who means a lot to me. I'm determined to find the source of Wanda's curse and fix it. But the timetable for that becomes greatly accelerated when she goes missing, and I get a vision of her begging for help. Not good. The curse has just gone from inconvenient to deadly. Unfortunately, the path to saving Wanda is long, twisted, and fraught with challenges. Did I say challenges? Silly me. We only need to overcome an array of murderous sea monsters. A legendarily wicked crone. Corrupt, power-hungry witches and a cadre of deadly demons. Piece of cake, right? Sigh… I’ve only been on the job for a couple of months, and already I need a vacation.
A Honeybun and Coffee
These Honeybuns are sugar free, but hot enough to burn! Surprised into hiding in a men's room stall at work, Angie Peterson, owner of the Dunk and Run Coffee Shoppe, overhears two men talking about killing someone named Alastair Honeybun. Picturing a frail, helpless old Englishman, Angie rushes to warn him. There’s only one, small problem, Alastair Honeybun is six foot two inches of yummy man, who's perfectly capable of taking care of himself. But when the thugs show up while Angie's still there, they soon figure out they'll need to take care of each other.
Flo Charts (Silver Hills Cozy Mysteries, Book 1)
Come to Silver Hills. Where new friends are made and a grim reaper is born. Agnes Willard is moving into Silver Hills. She’s worried about the change and concerned about fitting in. Luckily for her, Florence Bee has decided to take Agnes under her wing. When Agnes’ cat Tolstoy escapes as they’re getting Agnes settled into her new apartment, they quickly find him across the hall, perched on a dying woman’s chest. The new friends soon learn three things from the experience: 1. The cat definitely has an instinct for and proclivity toward people who are on death’s doorstep. 2. Finding and avoiding a killer is a really tough way to spend your first days in a new place. And 3. Agnes truly does have a unique talent for debauching a crime scene.
Tea & Croakies (Enchanting Inquiries, Book 2)
This is no boring librarian shushing people from behind a desk. This librarian corrals rogue magic. But more importantly, she has a frog and a cat, and she’s not afraid to use them! I knew when I woke up with a migraine that things were going to get interesting. As a magical artifact wrangler, it’s not an unusual way to start my day. But I had no idea how bad it was going to get. Until I found a frog sitting in my teacup. Even that, I could explain to myself if I had to. After all, I have a creative mind. But when the frog started talking to me, yeah, I was pretty sure I’d taken the wrong kind of pill that morning for my headache. If only I’d realized then what I know now. The talking frog was just the beginning of my problems. And quite a beginning it was!
Pursuing Elena
She’s hostile and independent. He’s focused and smitten. Will they find a path to love before a killer finds his target? Elena’s life has never been normal. She’s been plagued from birth by a secret that puts her in constant danger. Now a murder’s been dropped on her family’s doorstep. Bringing her into the crosshairs of a killer. Erik didn’t really want the job of protecting Elena DeVitis. She’s the most stubborn, difficult woman he’s ever met. But despite her hard outer shell and the way she constantly keeps him at arm’s length, there’s a certain vulnerability in the beautiful heiress’s eyes. Then a killer puts her in his sights. And all Erik can think of is how col...
Mucky Bumpkin
A dead Realtor, a cranky cat, an adorable, depressed pibl, and a boyfriend who hasn't been...shall we say...totally honest recently. Joey's got bigger problems than figuring out when she'll get her next slice of banana cream pie. Though that certainly ranks high on her list of concerns. Murder is sinking its hooks into the quiet countryside and dredging up ugly secrets. Deer Hollow is still a quiet little town steeped in Americana and known for its delicious country fare. But being named a top ten place to live just might have inspired an assassin to make the quaint country spot home. As Joey searches for a killer, her past is dragged from the murky darkness where she’s hidden it. And secrets she never wanted to discover are rising like the stink of manure on a freshly fertilized field.
What Devilry is This?
Talk about your midlife crisis. How was I supposed to know when I bought a pretty country church in a city named Rome that I was acting like a guardian deity? Lares Schmares. Anybody who deifies me needs serious therapy. I'd always believed the whole "Lares" thing was a family story, nothing more. When I was fifteen I'd looked up the term "Lares" and discovered that they were guardian deities in the ancient Roman religion. Heh. A deity. That's hilarious. I can barely manage my own life, let alone help others with theirs. But...how do I explain a sudden, driving urge to open my candle shop in a pretty white church sitting at the main crossroads of a small town named Rome? I'm not a Lares. That's ridiculous. I'm just a forty-five-year-old divorcee who likes to make candles. How was I supposed to know that buying a church meant becoming the caregiver of a whole array of magical creatures? Still...I'm not going to guard them. No Siree! I'm no guardian deity. That's just...strange.
Life, Liberty and Pursuit of a Honeybun
Their first “date” involved a bit of the bubbly, some dancing, and a fiery rocket thundering by overhead. Unfortunately, their second “date” was worse. Alfric thought the pretty lady with the startling blue eyes was working with the terrorists. But when those same terrorists tried to kill them both, Alfric realized he didn’t have a clue. Pleasance knew she shouldn’t try to save the auburn-haired heart-throb when he rolled his car while chasing her. But she couldn’t quite equate the man she’d been told wanted to hurt her, with the guy who’d just crashed his fancy car to keep from killing some coyote pups. It was inevitable. The moment they shared the same sphere, fireworks.....
Honeybun One and Done
Percy Honeybun and his honey, Brita Muldane just can't catch a break. They've danced around their relationship for years, unable to find a way to make it work. But their lives are intertwined through family and friends and they're just as unable to break completely away from each other. Maybe what they need is a life changing event to help them break through. Or maybe the life-shattering event they suddenly find themselves in, will end up breaking them instead.
