Kirjahaku

Backstabbing, infidelity, greed and power. There's nothing more dangerous than office intrigue. Blaise Runa quickly learns that wrangling a proposal team to end of project is nearly impossible, but keeping everyone alive might just be the hardest thing she'll ever do.With the help of her sexy fianc , Dolfe Honeybun, Blaise is determined to get to the bottom of the body in the elevator. Problem is, with a cast of suspects longer than her To Do list, Blaise is up to her perfectly plucked eyebrows in possible killers. And she might not know who the killer is, but he knows everything there is to know about Blaise.

A best friend who's a ghost...a hidden crime from the past...and a killer who doesn't want it discovered...How do you survive when a hidden crime from the past carries a murderer to your doorstep?Anna Yesterday owns Yesterday's Antiques in small town USA. When she finds an old newspaper clipping lining the drawer of an antique dresser, she realizes she's never heard the heart-wrenching story of abuse and suicide detailed on the yellowed newsprint. So she starts to dig, and her sleuthing exposes an ugly cover-up that casts the residents of Crocker, Indiana into danger and intrigue, and leaves them with a corpse.

Loyalties questioned...worlds shaken...nothing is what it seems. LA will have to look beyond her own perceptions to see what's before her very eyes. Or risk losing everything.When the barrier between worlds is threatened, LA and her friends are sent into the terrifying realm of Underworld on a super-secret mission to discover who's behind the breaches. LA believes she's going to battle against one of her own...an aunt who's rumored to want multi-dimensional domination. What she finds once she gets there is nothing like what she expects. Intrigues swirl. Loyalties change in the blink of an eye. And loss beyond anything she can imagine waits just over the next horizon. Someone is pulling the strings of it all and LA is fighting against the clock to discover who it is. Can LA get to the bottom of the mystery and save the worlds? Or will she lose what she loves...one friend or family member at a time...and face the crushing end of all she holds dear?

It might be a murder from decades ago, but it still has its claws in the present...and someone seems determined to drag Anna into it.It's never a good idea to spend too much time in a haunted mansion, and Anna's favorite cowboy ghost does his best to talk her out of it. But the opportunity to pick from the beautiful antiques left to her in a Crocker resident's will is just too tempting for Anna and Pratt to pass up. So they're going in...They're prepared to deal with a few cold spots. Maybe the occasional flickering light. But what Anna and the boys weren't counting on was bumping up against the ghost of Josiah Baumgartner, a contemporary of Joss' from the 1800s. And when Josiah claims the old woman who lived in the house hid his bones around the place, Anna agrees to help him find them. But something much darker is at work there. And, unfortunately for our happy little gang of antique hunters...Anna seems to have unwittingly stepped right into the middle of it.

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.

For Blaise Runa, a job working the front desk at the local veterinary clinic is a fun but temporary diversion...a chance to spend every day with Miss Ivy, her adorable fur baby, while she continues to search for a career. Unfortunately, the fun is soon sucked right out of the job when Blaise discovers one of the veterinary technicians poisoned in the kennel. The attack is quickly labeled the work of an activist group that resents the medical and financial resources "squandered" on pets. But is there something less obvious...and possibly more sinister...at work? Working alone and swimming against the tide of general opinion, Blaise soon suspects that she and her yummy fianc e, Dolfe Honeybun, might be fighting for more than justice for the vet tech. They might actually be battling to save a whole clinic full of beloved pets from someone who would be happy to see them dead. And if they're not very careful, sweet little Miss Ivy might take her place at the top of a killer's list.

It was a simple holiday getaway...a chance to regroup and figure out how to move forward after losing the man of her dreams...then she witnessed a murder on the beach...Dolfe Honeybun broke up with Blaise Runa because her party girl ways were driving him to distraction. Unfortunately, out of sight does NOT mean out of mind. And when his favorite party girl sees something she shouldn't and finds herself being chased by a cold-blooded killer, reason shuts down and Dolfe's heart takes over. If only he can get to her in time

Come to Silver Hills. Where fowl plans can either mean dinner out or the deadly designs of a chicken-livered killer. When Vlad's opponent for the Silver City Mayoral race succumbs to fowl deeds, he seriously changes the pecking order in Vlad's favor. But the victim's death has made Vlad king of the roost, so the Silver Hills night manager quickly becomes the obvious suspect. Plucky investigators Flo and Co. are certainly no strangers to Vlad's evil ways. But they're also not egg-xactly convinced he did it. So, when Flo learns that the victim, a wealthy local chicken farmer, had been trying to reach her when he was killed, she's more than a little curious about why. Will their investigation shine a light on a killer's fowl deeds before he flies the coop? Or will Flo chicken out when the villain threatens to go all cock-a-doodle-do on her bad self? There's only one way to find out. And you already know what it is...Yep, Flo and Co. are goin' in

She's got a lot more to lose now...and somebody's determined to make sure she loses it all.Blaise is at it again. She's still searching for that perfect job. But even when she thinks she might have found a job that could be more of a career than just a 9 to 5 gig, something always happens to get in her way. Usually, that something involves a corpse...But this time, Blaise's past comes back to haunt her in a big way. She'd thought she put that whole, seeing a murder on the beach thing behind her. But it seems somebody doesn't want to leave the past where it belongs. And her past problems are about to become her current nightmare.

She has a frog and a cat, and neither one is what it seems Sure, I understand, we all have bills to pay. Personally, I could use a bit of extra cash too. But I'm pretty sure I wouldn't kill for it. At least...not without dark magic influence. And that's exactly the problem. Dark. Magic. Influence.My first challenge for the day is finding that artifact and putting it under lock and key before it kills anybody else. My second challenge is figuring out how to deal with a bossy frog and a pushy cat. Which of the two do you suppose will give me the bigger headache? Yeah. That's what I think too. The frog and cat are going to be the death of my sanity. Maybe I should put them under lock and key too.

Sticks and stones can break my bones, but wrinkles might actually kill me Just when I think I understand life, the Universe flings a magic booger at me. It just doesn't pay to think you've got a handle on things. For example, my favorite customer, Mrs. Foxladle, got into a simple disagreement with her book club friends over their obsession with youth and beauty. The next thing you know, they're all dead. Did Mrs. Foxladle kill them?It certainly seems like a possibility. But I'm still holding on to the hope that I'm dealing with a rogue magical artifact in the hands of someone with diabolical intent. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to figure out what it is and who's wielding it with deadly results. I was counting on Detective Grym, a real rock of a guy, to help me find the culprits. But Grym's lifespan just turned unpredictable. (You could say things are a bit rocky for him right now.) Which leaves solving the mystery up to me and my friends. It's just a really good thing I have a cat and a frog and... Yeah, about that... I'm really no closer to figuring out how to use them either. Holy goblin phlegm This magic wrangling stuff is hard

Magical chaos, old enemies, new adversaries, and danger around every corner...I HATE this time of year Okay, I'll admit it, this is my least favorite time of year. Yeah, I understand the enchantment of the season...I get that...but most people don't have jobs that involve wrangling magic. During the last three months of the year, magical influences run rampant. And that means a lot more work for me. And this year is the worst of all. Why you ask? Because I'm not only trying to wrangle the out-of-control magic artifacts flying around all over the place. This year, I also have to try to keep a magical cat and a talking frog out of trouble. Goddess take the wheel. Things are about to get really ugly.

Come to Silver Hills. Where making friends can prove deadly and creating enemies might be easier than you think. Emotions are aflutter at Silver Hills as a new heartthrob moves into the residence. Will all that fluttering still a single heart? And if love dies, will Flo's very own Amore fall under the crosshairs of the estimable Detective Brent Peters? Agnes and Hertz are on the outs. Secrets tear the tender fabric of a pulsing heart. What do the secrets have to do with murder? Affairs of le coeur aside, will Agnes break the clothing store shopping for a party dress? What will break during a rousing class of Zumba? And will Flo be able to soldier through her dance injuries to follow a chubby cherub to a killer? So many questions. So much hopping, tapping, and fluttering. And still a murder to solve. What will Flo and Co do? They'll do what they always do, of course. Hearts out and chins up, they're goin' in

'Tis the season for great folly...walawalawalawalala...ribbit. It's Christmas time at Croakies. The tree is up. The stockings are hung. And Christmas tunes are turning the atmosphere jolly. After a tumultuous Samhain, I've found my chi again and I'm starting to enjoy the season of love and giving. Yeah. You probably know how this is going to end. When Sebille suggests I open the bookstore up to a small holiday party, I foolishly agree. How was I supposed to know that the hobgoblin would decide it would be fun to hide everybody's stuff? Or that we'd be hit with a freak winter storm that confined everybody inside for the duration. Or that a "You're me but who am I?" spell would be released inside the shop, switching everybody's identities and creating general chaos and hysteria? I could probably deal with all that if it weren't for the fact that my friend, Lea...the one person who could possibly reverse the spell...was ensconced in SB the parrot, with no opposable thumbs for spelling. And me? Of course, I'm sitting fat and squishy inside Mr. Slimy. Thank goodness Rustin isn't currently in residence, or it would be really crowded in here. Who spelled my party? What do a pair of Santa's elves have to do with it? And why have old enemies suddenly become new friends? I apparently have a little holiday mystery to solve inside Croakies, and I have no idea how I'm going to solve it with everybody mixed up and some of us human.Have I told you I hate this season? Ribbit

Farmer Blue has lost his cows and doesn't know where to find them. But Farmer blue has found guess who, to wrangle the magic that hides them. I'm really not much of a country mouse. Up until recently, my idea of the great outdoors has been Enchanted Park in the center of the city. But my job is to wrangle magical artifacts. So, when a local farmer calls to tell me his dairy cows are disappearing and he thinks it's the work of a rogue artifact...sigh...it appears I'm about to get a crash course in becoming a farm girl.These cows haven't just meandered away chewing their cuds. They've actually disappeared. Poof As in here one minute, gone the next. Which means it's up to me to don tall rubber boots and traverse the cow bumps...slog through the cow patties...and reach into the abyss to try to drag them back. I'm not sure how the frog and the cat are going to help with this one. I really didn't want to bring them along at all. But you know how insistent they can be...Wait...where's the frog? Has anybody seen my cat?Slimy Wicked Where on earth have you gone?Poof?

Ancient Chinese proverb says, give cat mouse and give frog fly, they'll soothe your monsters so you won't die.Okay, maybe I just made that up. But I'll try anything at this point. Croakies is suddenly being overrun by monsters. Yeah. Monsters. And I have no clue where they're coming from. Are they tied to something we've done in the past? Do they have anything to do with the strange phone calls I've been getting from a really prickly local author? Most importantly, how are we going to explain to the humans about the appearance of a certain giantnormous blue monster flinging car-sized cookies around? Where did all these squirrel squattin' songbirds come from? And, for the love of the goddess's favorite spanks, why is there ice all over the floor?Sigh. The frog and the cat? Yeah, they're really pretty useless on this one. But at least they're living the good life thanks to my tireless efforts to feed, house, and clean up after them and their naughty friend Hobs. Yay me. Mega monster boogers This magic wrangling gig is for the birds. And the frogs. And the cats. And the hobgoblins. And, apparently, for the monsters hiding at Croakies.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Bumpkin, died a very shiny death...Rudy-Bob Hortmann has never quite gotten the hang of making friends. He doesn't much like peopling, mostly preferring the company of his pot-bellied pig, Ethel Squeaks to humanoid types. But there's one exception. Rudy-Bob loves kids. So for Christmas every year he gives himself a present. He plays Santa at the annual Deer Hollow Christmas party. Only this year, Rudy-Bob doesn't make it out of the Santa suit when the Pageant is done. Instead, Deputy Sheriff Arno Willager finds Rudy-Bob literally chillin' in a snowbank, his bulbous nose flashing red through the snow.That's where I come into the picture. I'm Joey Fulle and I'm pretty good at finding bodies around my place on the outskirts of Deer Hollow. I didn't actually find this one, of course. But I'm fully invested in locating his killer. 'Cause, with the help of my handsome PI boyfriend Hal, my sweet and goofy Pitbull Caphy, and my opinionated Siamese cat, LaLee, I'm also pretty good at finding killers. Sometimes, even before they find me...