Old English Mystery

A young man disappears… Police find his smashed car in a deep ravine two years later. Could he have survived? Sue and Alan begin the SAJ Detective Agency’s first investigation with a missing person case that the police closed eight years ago. After viewing photos of the crash scene, Alan believes they have little chance of finding the young man alive, but Sue wants to try. The case stymies both of them, despite the family’s cooperation and numerous interviews with the man’s friends. No one has seen or heard from Warren Clark in 10 years. Can Sue find the missing piece of the puzzle ...

There's a new squad in town... Seniors Phyllis Habernackle and Char Bailey are witches with a problem. Dealing with the recent loss of one of their oldest and dearest college friends, the women discover the dearly departed has bequeathed her estate to them! Unfortunately, she didn't leave it only to them. She also left it to two other old witches. Decades ago, the five women had been inseparable while together attending the Paranormal Institute for Witches. But thanks to a betrayal no one saw coming, they've been feuding ever since.

Scary stories help children face fear and master it, by portraying the elements of conflict in clear, good-versus-evil terms with good triumphant in the end.

If you like The Shining, The Sixth Sense, or Shutter Island, you'll love this book. In the winter of 1974, Old Man Winter came calling, again. In August of ’74, Detective Penelope Bryce had just won her four-year legal battle with the City of Philadelphia and finally earned her Detective Badge. Her first case ended up being her last. Penny’s new partner, Detective Frank Bruno, was wrestling with his own demons when he came across Old Man Winter himself, Garrison Winter. The grizzled detective would finally meet his match. Detectives Bryce and Bruno would attempt to chase down the man ...

The wise-cracking Wysdom Ward is back and more badass than ever. It’s been five months since The God Among Men disappeared off the planet. Wysdom Ward is trying to find him while simultaneously building her new private detective business. Women are the ultimate multitaskers. AmIRight!? She has zero leads until she discovers a cryptic clue left behind by her brand-new boyfriend. He tells her to run for her life, but she’s never been one to follow the rules. Wysdom jumps into a world of secret military contractors, knife-throwing badasses, missing dry cleaning, and 55+ retirement ...

Deadwood runs on gold, gambling, and secrets. Some are worth dying for. Before he landed facedown in the dirt, my father gambled away everything—including our mining claim and, somehow, me. Now, a ruthless gambler thinks I’m part of his winnings, a bounty hunter won’t leave my side, and my father’s death is looking less like bad luck and more like murder. The railroad barons are closing in, tempers are rising, and everyone wants a piece of the mine. But until I find my father’s killer, I can’t run—and I won’t let myself be traded like a poker chip. Justice in Deadwood ...

Grab your walker, secure your catheter, and make sure there's double adhesive on your dentures! Then hang on for dear life, because you are about to ride along with the covert Senile Squad -- a bunch of elderly cops who refuse to stop catching crooks. Fighting street crime the old-fashioned way is their modus operandi. The Ol' Blues, led by their cigar-chewing Sarge, bring justice back to the streets of Omaha by taking down a brutal Sudanese kingpin who thinks he's a powerful gang lord.

There are two social functions in Savannah guaranteed to get people talking: weddings and funerals. And just as consignment shop owner Reagan Summerside agrees to marry the hunky Walker Boone, her neighbors, sisters Annie Fritz and Elsie Abbot, step up their business as professional mourners. They are so successful that the Sleepy Pines Retirement Center has hired them as a part of their retirement package. But then the residents at Pines suddenly begin dying at an alarming rate. And the sisters are the first suspects.

Where Family Ties Are Rooted in Murder A crumbling vineyard. A long-buried letter. And bones that refuse to stay hidden. When graduate student Addison Lane joins a forensic anthropology practicum in the Ozarks, she expects dirt, science, and maybe a few local legends. What she doesn’t expect is to unearth a string of shallow graves—and the key to a mystery that connects her past to a decades-old murder. As Addison, Dr. Svoboda, and their unlikely ally Alexander dig deeper into the overgrown rows of Reznik Vineyard, secrets begin to surface—ones tied to Viktor Reznik’s final diary, a...

In this SciFi short story, an old mountain biker encounters aliens from another planet that rescue him after a fall and make him young again. Then they offer a similar gift to the entire planet, but with conditions. This is book one of a series. *** Excerpt *** Then things got weird. A section of the craft faded away, scattering the magpies as two creatures floated towards him. They were wearing odd helmets and suits. There was no way to tell what they looked like inside their gear. In perfect English, the nearest creature asked Met if he was alright. "I've injured my knee," Met replied. ...

After a fight with his wife, Rumpole stays with Erskine-Browns and finds that Portia is prosecuting one of his clients.

Max and the Gang of Five are back! It is the end of winter, and Max, the brown Burmese cat, joins up once again with his four friends - Blotch, Gingernut, Midnight and Ticklewhiskers. The Gang of Five are challenged - first, by the new neighbour down the street, Happy Chappie, a clown from the visiting Circus, who has a pet - a huge dog called Slobberchops! Also a series of house break-ins in Our Town upset the residents, not to mention the cats. Then there is the Circus itself and Mister Big who runs it. Where does Happie Chappie fit in? And Slobberchops? Questions the Gang of Five must ...

The Owl Express: Nate, the great detective, and his dog Sludge, hit the rails on their latest case. Their mission: To guard an owl named Hoot. Hoot belongs to Nate’s cousin, Olivia Sharp, and she thinks someone on the train might be out to get her feathered friend. Then Hoot disappears! The Tardy Tortoise: The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and someone is eating the flowers in Nate's garden. A green tortoise is slowly stepping across the lawn, and Nate is slowly following him. It may take all of Nate the Great's patience and sharp eyesight to find out slowly.

Alafair Tucker is a strong woman and the core of her family’s life on a farm in Oklahoma where backbreaking work and the daily logistics of caring for her husband and their nine children, and of being a good neighbor, requires determination and a clear head. She’s also a woman of strong opinions, and it is her opinion that her neighbor, Harley Day, is a drunkard and a reprobate. So, when Harley’s body is discovered frozen in a snowdrift one January day in 1912, she isn’t surprised that his long-suffering family isn’t particularly broken up. When Alafair helps Harley’s wife prepare the body for burial, she discovers that Harley’s demise was anything but natural.

To claim her, he must tell her things she can’t imagine ... A grieving woman ... Devastated by loss and divorce, Everly needs a fresh start. When she answers an ad for a nanny, she finds herself living with an impossibly hot man called Kian and caring for his sweet baby girl, Ember. A dragon prince ... Kian knows, the instant he meets Everly, that she’s his mate. He also knows that no matter how much he longs to tell her the truth, he can’t reveal his secrets to this unsuspecting human. Instead of confessing that he’s an alien refugee from another planet, he tries to give her ...

I preferred it when life came in tidy packages. When it didn’t — when something went awry — I was exceedingly skilled at packaging it back up. It was my job to do so after all. I was a reconstructionist. I collected the puzzle pieces, then I gave those pieces to an investigative team to sort out. I didn't ask questions. I didn't offer answers. I saw. I recorded. I moved on. I didn't dwell or obsess. I didn’t hunt down suspects. I didn’t follow clues to find a killer. And I certainly didn’t work side by side with anyone.

Murder in the Asylum is a soft romance mystery with a genealogy theme. Why did the estate manager want to buy back the painting Kit had just purchased? How was the painting linked to a nineteenth century murder and treasure? These and other questions are answered as Kit and Mike delve into the records of the past..

Autumn, southern France, 1243: Days ago, the botanist and her students fled from Crusaders attacking their village, but now they must seek shelter from the punishing wind. Searching on her own, Renata hears voices and more visions come—no, those are real, but they aren’t really witches, are they? Why do strangers here seem so familiar? Their party seem safe enough in this shelter . . . for now. But what of their families, and any other survivors from their village? And what of the quest of Sir Simon, their lone protector? Will he save them, or give them into the hands of the Inquisitor ...

Dreadbury Manor has endured more mysteries than most over the years. A missing girl; a manipulative aristocrat; a madcap father and the bubbling Dreadbury Punchbowl. And six years later: A mystery woman; an absent aristocrat; a hidden menace and the bubbling Dreadbury Punchbowl. Mystery and the manor-house go together. So read both manor-house mysteries – available for the first time, in this one special volume.

Even though she is older, overweight, and klutzy, Myrtle crushes it as a skill-challenged crime solver. Attending an Artificial Intelligence Conference at the request of the FBI to act as a red herring, she is content to eat and drink her way through the week-long event. That is, until her friend Stanley is kidnapped. To save him, Myrtle must navigate through unfamiliar attentions from world-renowned scientists, double agents, and assassins. Who can she trust? Stay alert, as you follow the shifts and surprises of this twisted whodunit.