The wildlife isn't the only thing that's deadly in Gravestone. Supernatural Investigation Undercover Agent Holly Day is lying low in the sleepy seaside town of Gravestone. After stumbling across a shipment of counterfeit wands laced with lethal magic, Holly has a bounty on her head, and her boss has sent her into hiding for her own safety while he smokes out the leak in the SIA that put the kingpin of the smuggling ring on her tail. Keeping her identity and magic under wraps is no mean feat, but with her familiar rat, Flynn, by her side, she figures she has it all under control. Until Flynn brings her a gift. A human bone. Thrust into the middle of a seaside murder mystery, Holly teams up with an unlikely ally, a sweet little old lady whose looks belie her skill set, while dodging the persistent attention of the handsome local sheriff who has questions she'd rather not answer. If she's not careful, this...

When 'I Do' Turns Into 'Whodunnit?' Wedding planning is tough, but it's even harder when you're a PI investigating a high-stakes murder. The moment a model turns up dead at the bridal expo, my to-do list gets a lot more complicated. As if finding a new venue weren't urgent enough—thanks to a fire that turned our dream location into a smoky ruin—I've also got some rather insistent ghosts clamoring for resolution. Piecing together betrayals, secrets, and a list of suspects as varied as my wedding playlist, time is running out. With matrimony and mystery both on the line, the stakes couldn't be higher. In this deadly game of vows and villains, will I make it to "I do" or will 'til death do us part' become all too literal? Dive into a world where wedding veils and police tape go hand-in-hand. Will you RSVP to this unmissable mystery?

How can any self-respecting, slightly clumsy, highly caffeinated private eye pass up a dare? Short answer, she can't. Now up I'm a certain creek trying to figure out how to live without coffee for an entire week! With my mood sour, my temper frazzled, and my patience long gone, how am I meant to deal with this? And by this, I mean the dead body on my front lawn. Before I can say double espresso, I've got a ghost whose transition to the afterlife is far from smooth, an overweight cat who is annoyingly vocal about his new (definitely called for) diet, and a mystery to solve that involves multiple visits to the local brewery. Can anyone say silver lining? Join Audrey Fitzgerald in the Ghost Detective series, a paranormal cozy mystery featuring a cat, a ghost, and a murder to solve.

Tick Tock. Time is running out. Harper Jones' parents are missing in outback Australia. Only they've left her clues. Clues that reveal they were close to a significant discovery—the location of a copper scroll that leads to untold treasures. A scroll that treasure hunters would kill for. Now Harper is in a race against time. Together with her Gran, best friend Jenna, familiar Archie, and bad boy lawyer Blake Tennant, they head to an outback town called Arrowstrand, where the locals are hiding their own secrets, and Harper must rely on her magic and blind faith to venture into the unknown. The stakes have never been higher; can she reach my parents before it's too late or will they be lost forever?

Everything you think you know is about to change.My name is Lucifer. You can call me Lucy – I’m also known as the Devil and Satan, though why my idiot brothers came up with those nick names is beyond me. I’m a Guardian Angel and I run Hell. Yup, I’m the CEO.Hell is easy. Hell runs like a well-oiled machine. Punishment befitting your sins is carried out and once your sentence is done, voilà, you get to go to Heaven. Simple. Easy.Until suddenly there’s a blip on the radar. A breach. Some numb nuts on earth is trying to open a portal to another dimension. A very bad, very terrifying, very deadly dimension.  So instead of my simple life in Hell I end up earth side, where nothing is as it seems, looking for the soul stealing monster, avoiding the grumpy angel sent from Heaven and finding out my brothers Michael and Gabriel are twats. That last part’s not true – I’ve known they were...