Meet Charmaine Digby, human lie detector.

Char’s eager to put her ability to the test as the county coroner’s new investigative assistant. But she sure never expected she’d need her eye for lies to solve a murder!

Of course, that was before she was given her first assignment. Interview the hunky doctor reporting the suspicious death of Trudy, a family friend and one of several elderly patients at the hospital whose heart mysteriously stopped.

Coincidence? More likely, there’s a murderer on the loose!

In hot pursuit of the truth, Char’s on the case, much to the irritation of her cop buddy, who doesn’t want her to stick her nose in his investigation. But she had better keep her eyes open or the next body on the way to the morgue could be hers!

She’s single, out of a job, and has a week to decide what to do with her life.

He lost his fiancé to a fatal accident while serving in the coast guard.

Will a chance encounter lead Clara and Mike to find love?

Clara’s boss, Joan Russell, was a wealthy owner of a beachfront mansion, who recently passed away. Joan’s estranged family members have stepped in, eager to collect their inheritance and dismiss Clara of her duties.

Meet your favourite new sleuthing duo: chalk-and-cheese neighbours, Carole and Jude!

Carole
If British restraint could take human form, it would look suspiciously like Carole Seddon. A retired civil servant with a penchant for order, she keeps her seaside life as tightly buttoned as her sensible raincoat. Carole enjoys the predictable: routine, solitude, and a well-mannered Labrador named Gulliver (at least he doesn’t answer back like her troublesome ex-husband). But when a dead body rudely interrupts her morning stroll, Carole is reluctantly dragged out of her comfort zone. Cue exasperated sighing and meticulous note-taking.

Jude
On the other side of the spectrum (and Carole’s garden fence) lives Jude, a woman of mystery and many scarves. A free-spirited, incense-burning, alternative medicine-dabbling whirlwind, she breezes into Fethering with a knowing smirk and a refusal to reveal her past. Unlike Carole, Jude is perfectly at ease with life’s chaos — actually, she thrives on it.

The choice between adhering to a long-held pact and finally accepting love could prove Lady Tabitha Shelton’s unhinging. She is plump, plain, pleasant . . . and thoroughly unappealing to any of the men of the ton—apart from fortune hunters. A self-appointed wallflower, she has every intention of remaining one. Tabitha made a vow of spinsterhood with her cousins when they were girls, and she refuses to go back on her word. So far, she’s proven herself quite adept at warding off the blasted fortune hunters’ pursuits.

Noah deLancie, Marquess of Devonport, would prefer to marry for love and companionship—he’s a gentleman through and through—but circumstances have forced his hand: he needs money as badly as he needs a bride. When Noah’s brother-in-law suggests pursuit of his sister, Tabitha, a woman with a dowry large enough to cause even Croesus to blush and who is tantalizingly good company to boot, Noah stumbles into the future he hopes to secure.

“It’s nothing against you, Nora,” my fated mate says, “but you’re not good enough.”

I was a werewolf shifter who was rejected by her fated mate. It’s an act that’s usually saved for the worst kinds of people—criminals, abusers, murderers.

Not eighteen-year-old girls celebrating their birthday with their family.

I was betrayed by those closest to me. My family were mortified that I had embarrassed them, and my Alpha and Luna were angry their son had been matched to me in the first place.

In a brutal move, I was banished from our pack with nothing but the clothes on my back and a grieving wolf…

Until six years later, when my billionaire boss, and the most powerful Alpha lion shifter, Atticus Phoenix, walks into my life. He calls me his, but I don’t believe it. I can’t trust it.

Especially not when every man in his inner circle adds to the claim.

Jenna’s been letting life pass her by as she works on her career. But, when she needs to do some research of the kissing kind, things may get a little more heated than she expected. Research has never been so fun. WARNING: This 11k novella has no vampires, shape shifter or scorching sex, but it might make you snort your diet Coke out your nose.

Jo and Bethie Kaufman were born into a world full of promise.

Growing up in 1950s Detroit, they live in a perfect “Dick and Jane” house, where their roles in the family are clearly defined. Jo is the tomboy, the bookish rebel with a passion to make the world more fair; Bethie is the pretty, feminine good girl, a would-be star who enjoys the power her beauty confers and dreams of a traditional life.

But the truth ends up looking different from what the girls imagined. Jo and Bethie survive traumas and tragedies. As their lives unfold against the background of free love and Vietnam, Woodstock and women’s lib, Bethie becomes an adventure-loving wild child who dives headlong into the counterculture and is up for anything (except settling down). Meanwhile, Jo becomes a proper young mother in Connecticut, a witness to the changing world instead of a participant. Neither woman inhabits the world she dreams of, nor has a life that feels authentic or brings her joy. Is it too late for the women to finally stake a claim on happily ever after?

Martha Friel just turned forty. Once, she worked at Vogue and planned to write a novel. Now, she creates internet content. She used to live in a pied-à-terre in Paris. Now she lives in a gated community in Oxford, the only person she knows without a PhD, a baby or both, in a house she hates but cannot bear to leave. But she must leave, now that her husband Patrick—the kind who cooks, throws her birthday parties, who loves her and has only ever wanted her to be happy—has just moved out.

Because there’s something wrong with Martha, and has been for a long time. When she was seventeen, a little bomb went off in her brain and she was never the same. But countless doctors, endless therapy, every kind of drug later, she still doesn’t know what’s wrong, why she spends days unable to get out of bed or alienates both strangers and her loved ones with casually cruel remarks.