Murder. Suspense. Romance. And some handy household tips.

Every housewife needs an alias. Donna Stone has one — and it happens to be government-sanctioned. But when terrorism hits close to home, it makes for strange bedfellows — and brings new meaning to the old adage, “Honey, I’m home…”

If you love funny mysteries with hard-boiled, sexy women sleuths, check out THE HOUSEWIFE ASSASSIN’S HANDBOOK!

Savannah is tired of the dating scene, even though she wants to get married and have a family. She knows her mother will never move on with her own life as long as Savannah is single. Savannah goes to see a matchmaker, specializing in setting up couples who meet at the altar. At first, she thinks Scott is a dream come true, but his blundering soon makes her crazy.
Scott, a Montana bison rancher, doesn’t have time to find a wife. His work is all-encompassing. Besides, he tends to have a hard time getting women to go out with him more than once. When he runs into a matchmaker he’s known all his life, he tells her about the problems he’s had to see if she can help him. When he meets Savannah at the altar, his heart stops for a moment.

Chloe Kallistrate is a Vampire Hunter.

Born from the blood of angels and gods, she finds that being a Hunter isn’t something you learn, it is something you are … whether you like it or not.

After losing her mother one horrible night, she is thrust into a world of vampires and those that hunt them, a world where she isn’t sure she belongs. Tragedy forced this life on her, but the answers she seeks about her mother lie in the grandfather she’s never met before.

The trouble is, what she discovers could mean that she has to kill the very thing that created her.

Juliette Duffy is knocked up again. Preggers. Up the duff. To put it another way… whoops.

While she and her new boyfriend Alex get their heads around unexpected parenthood, Juliette is having all the usual pregnancy symptoms: throwing up, indigestion, sciatica, constipation, migraines and brain-fuddling tiredness. Because Mother Nature is a psychopathic old hag.

She needs a distraction and this summer she is determined to get away. Her party-loving mother is demanding the usual Duffy family all-inclusive Greek holiday. Her dad wants to go camping in Norfolk. And Alex? Well, he has asked her on a five-star luxury cruise.

The trouble is, his mother is coming too…

I’m the man who can make your hottest fantasies feel like a G-rated movie.

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I’m one of the highest-paid linebackers in the NFL. They call me the Monster of the Midwest because I hit hard—and play harder. Women fall at my feet and wise men step aside.

Now I’ve been sentenced to five weeks of community service at a center for troubled youth … and who should I find there but a hot little number named Cassie. I never expected to see her again. Funny thing is, she couldn’t care less about my money or my reputation.

She’s all about the kids, but I have other plans for her. She needs to be in my bed where she belongs. Begging for more.

After losing her husband, writer Abigail Carson has all but given up on life. Having spent the last year cocooned in her Manhattan apartment, Abigail is suddenly forced to find a new home where she can stretch her dwindling savings. Intent on isolation, she moves to a tiny village in Nova Scotia where she’ll have no one to interrupt her solitude.

Little does Abigail realize that small-town life offers far less privacy than the big city. With neighbors knocking on the door bearing homemade treats and invitations, Abby soon finds herself immersed in the lives of the people of South Haven. She forms an unlikely friendship with Liam Wright, the handyman renovating her dilapidated cottage, and his daughter, seven-year-old Olive.

These true tales of celebrity hijinks combine Hollywood history, movie-star mayhem, and a frothy mix of forty cocktail recipes.

From the frontier days of silent film to the wild auteur period of the 1970s, Mark Bailey has pillaged the vaults of Hollywood history and lore to dig up the true—often surprising and always outrageous—stories of our most beloved and boozy actors, directors, and screenwriters at their most soused.

Humphrey Bogart got himself arrested for protecting his drinking buddies, who happened to be a pair of stuffed pandas. Ava Gardner would water-ski to the set of Night of the Iguana holding a towline in one hand and a cocktail in the other. Bing Crosby’s ill-mannered antics earned him the nickname “Binge Crosby.” And sweet Mary Pickford stashed liquor in hydrogen peroxide bottles during Prohibition.

Patrick O’Malley names his newborn daughter Gracelin for the light of the sea that shines in her eyes. But when young Gracelin is only six years old, her mother’s untimely death drains joy and laughter from the O’Malley clan.

At fifteen, Gracelin saves her family from financial ruin by marrying Bram Donnelly, the son of a wealthy English landowner. But, even though Gracelin is Protestant, she is snubbed by English high society for marrying above her station. To temporarily appease her husband’s cruel nature, she intends to provide him with an heir—but that, too, will end in sorrow.

As famine sweeps Ireland, Gracelin openly defies her husband by feeding the desperate souls who come to their door. In secret, she also sides with the rebels who call themselves the Young Irelanders.

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the nanny.

When my wife left, she took the illusion of happiness with her, and I’ve been caught in a free fall ever since. For nine long months, I’ve been fighting to figure out how to be a single dad, how to be alone.

For nine long months, I’ve been failing.

When Hannah walked through the door, I took my first breath since I’d found myself on my own. She slipped into our lives effortlessly, showing me what I’ve been missing all these years. Because Hannah made me smile when I thought I’d packed the notion of happiness away with my wedding album.

She was only supposed to be the nanny, but she’s so much more.

The day my wife left should have been the worst day of my life, but it wasn’t. It was when Hannah