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Rory's in a tight spot. Technically, she's in a lab refrigerator, hiding for her life. Who just stormed the primate facility with a gun, leaving the lab tech Andy shot through the neck, dead in a pool of his own blood? For Rory, survival consists of folding herself into the only hiding place available to live another day, affording her the opportunity to search for answers to the violence raging around her. And of course, the mystery of her missing research chimpanzee.

When Charlie Boardman and his beloved Staffy, Ruby, stumble across a corpse in the woods, the sleepy coastal town of Framstone is rocked by the discovery that the local pub landlord has been murdered. Charlie and his fellow dogwalkers take it upon themselves to try and sniff out any clues that might help the local police with their investigation. But what begins as idle speculation and gossip quickly becomes something more sinister, when Charlie starts receiving anonymous threats warning him off the case.

Nothing spoils a romantic evening with the hottest detective in town like stumbling upon a body. Oh. My. Bad. Luck. But, hey, I'm Ellie Hart and lately murder follows me everywhere. Seeing the body was more than enough mayhem for me, but unfortunately, the prime suspect threatens to blackmail me into helping clear her name. Now I have no choice but to find a missing clue. With the clock ticking and questions piling up, it looks like I might not get to collar the criminal. But my luck might not be over.

I'm Ellie Hart. I never dreamed that a new dog walking job would drop me in the middle of a drama. But here I am with my black Lab, Marley, and my newest client, Honeybee, the local diva's beagle. Mysterious accidents follow the celebrity like a crazed fan and when poisoned custard almost kills her, drips of the sweet filling lead right to my sister's donut shop. I'll do anything to clear her name which puts the lid on my simmering romance with the handsome detective in town.

Mix a murderous cat with a goofy corgi. (Ignore any hissing. That definitely probably means the two ingredients are blending amazingly well.) Then add a landlocked cemetery allegedly peppered with gold-stuffed coffins. Whisk in a gravekeeper convinced a family curse forever dooms her to lose any man she loves. Marinate with a ridiculously charming special agent whose muscles and lopsided smile make her forget said curse. Toss in a pinch of mystery courtesy of an old, coded treasure map and crank up the heat. Broil, baby!