Instead, a muscle wasting disease has sapped away every ounce of her strength, and cruelly, left her with an alert mind, perpetually filled with dark hopelessness. She has no illusions that her condition will ever change. In life, Lilith Hazelwood was the most powerful witch in Oyster Cove. In death, she is determined to find and punish her murderer. Once enraged by the fact that her body parts had been used for organ transplant, she now sees the beneficiaries as the best means of avenging her own death. If they would only stop being sidetracked by silly diversions like solving human murders and finding love. A tissue graft from the witch’s muscles imparts a physical strength beyond Gemma’s wildest dreams. Her life is transformed beyond recognition, as she simultaneously becomes the hero a young boy has been longing for, a fly in the ointment for the local criminal population, and a dream come true, for a man who had long ago lost his belief in dreams. But too much confidence in her new abilities might make her the target of Oyster Cove’s latest homicidal menace. And as talented as Gemma has become – she is NOT faster than a speeding bullet!

    His first case is a young woman found in an urban bayou. He immediately sees clues that lead him places he doesn't want to go. But his own demons may be the clue to solving the mystery of the woman's death. And as the case widens, so do his new partner's suspicions about his past and motivations.

    Then there’s that whole murder suspect business because you maybe threatened the town’s biggest bitch —only hours before she’s found dead in your dumpster—that you’d skin her alive and use her corpse as a Halloween decoration.So, you see what I mean? My life isn’t beginning, it’s on a downward slope headed straight for hell.Also, because things can only get worse… I’m definitely losing it. Like, Lifetime movie crazy. I keep seeing things I can’t explain, and I’m pretty sure my new neighbor is completely off her rocker too. Not only does she believe me, but she’s got some pretty wild stories of her own— stories about me, the parents I never knew, and my supposed destiny. Whatever the hell that means.Finding yourself back at square one sucks. Frankly, I just want to continue my personal pity party and skip my birthday all together. But what forty is about to bring is unavoidable… and I’m not talking about gray hair, sagging body parts, and buying ibuprofen and booze in bulk.I guess midlife really isn’t too old to start over. And that’s exactly what I have to do… in more ways than I ever could’ve imagined.

     The victims, all unconnected to each other, are dispatched using a unique poison, previously associated with the notorious Borgia family. As the murders begin to multiply at an alarming rate, Connor finds clues hard to come by, and every lead takes him down yet another blind alley. The killer seems to be one step ahead of the police at every turn. Together with his assistant, Sergeant Lucy Clay, they must piece together the shreds of evidence that will lead them to the mysterious Chocolate Woman, and in turn to the brain behind the horrific murders that soon come to be known as the Purple Death.

    When one of his officers calls him out to an unusual crime scene, Danny realizes that it’s terrifyingly similar to something the department thought was dead and buried. Now he has to find a madman before the story hits the papers and the city explodes into chaos.Across town, Agent William “Buddy” Redhorn of the FBI has two problems. He’s been assigned a potentially career-ending case with magical ties, and his sorceress boss is out of town. The case involves a stolen statue that belongs to the government of Brunei, but the more he chases the thieves, the more bodies begin to drop. Bodies affected by a strange, unknown magic.Resolving to work together, Danny and Redhorn have to catch a cold-blooded killer, recover a stolen artifact, all while keeping everything out of the press. If they don’t, it will be more than their careers that will die when the curse of the Jade Phoenix descends on New York. Important Note: Curse of the Phoenix takes place in the Arcane Casebook universe. If you haven't read any of those, you might want to start there.

    

    The kind of visions that foretell death. She tries to ignore them, but the universe has other ideas. Pretty soon, Callie will find herself back in her hometown of Picking Hill, Ohio. Her mother and brother are glad to see her after all these years, but Callie is not there to catch-up. She’s there to stop a murder from happening. Dax Moore is the man she saw in her vision. Dax is more than he seems. He’s on his way to Picking Hill as well. Once a man is murdered in the town, it’s his job to find the killer. He doesn’t believe in Callie’s psychic visions, but pretty soon they will be hard to ignore. Danger lurks around every corner, and if Callie and Dax plan on surviving, they will have to put their differences aside to stop a ruthless killer. But things aren’t as simple as they seem. There’s a powerful man pulling strings in the background, and now not only Callie, but her family as well, are in his crosshairs.

    I can see it. You are Latent.’ For reasons unknown, Seb is constantly drawn to random places without meaning, following an instinct he doesn't understand. One night that instinct lands him in trouble when he encounters Sarah, a young woman hunted by a fiend that can only be described as the stuff of nightmares. Against his better judgement Seb attempts to intervene, only to nearly get himself killed in the process. Before she passes, Sarah transfers something to him, an arcane knowledge that gets buried deep into his subconscious. Rescued by the Brotherhood warrior Cade, Seb's life takes on an unexpected turn when he is told he is a Latent, able to manipulate the very energies of reality to his own devices. He is brought into a world within our own where the Magistry and its allies engage with the demonic Sheol in a timeless conflict that has traversed entire universes. A world where he, and he alone, carries the message that could change the course of the conflict forever.

    Many of her investigations take her into the normal realm where she subdues lost, ornery and evil spirits that haunt communities. Lavana has very little memory of her past, but a scar on her cheek is a reminder that something dark occurred. Will the hunt for her true past spring up during one of her quests? Her witch detective in training, Winnie, is an eye patched beauty with a way with the men. A wizard stole her eye...maybe a jilted lover? A talking raven, Alan, is Lavana's right hand man. He runs reconnaissance and poop bombs those he considers worthy. In a small town in the Midwest, the legend of Hatchet Man has swirled for decades. It's said his tombstone glows in the dark in the lonely cemetery at night, and folks have heard his labored breathing as he hunts for his next victim. Is it true? When a young woman is discovered murdered has the Hatchet Man come back from the dead to wreck havoc, is someone summoning him, or is there a flesh and blood killer on the loose? ***Find out in this first book in a new Witch Detective Series***

    She may hunt ghosts for a living (and help them pass over to the other side) but she often finds it more fun than frightening. Human beings and their penchant for murder and mischief is another story, of course. That doesn’t mean Harper doesn’t find the occasional bout of trouble. That’s what she’s known for, of course, even though her boyfriend Jared Monroe tries to dissuade her from it whenever possible. Join Harper and her merry bunch of friends in this three-book omnibus that includes Ghostly Worries, Ghostly Images, and Ghostly Wrecks. Have a ghost of a good time.

    As he tries to get back, he finds something he wasn't expecting, something that points toward everything he thought he knew about the world and said, “No, it isn't like that at all.” He had a choice: pretend he hadn’t seen it, or spend the rest of his life trying to understand it. The ripples from the choice he made would, over the next two generations, spread as far as the other side of the world, and maybe, just maybe, even farther than that.This story is, however, only partly about Private Dawson. At another level, this is the story of a present-day 18-year-old boy's freshman year in college. And on a much deeper level, this is a story about what happens when you stare into Nietzsche's abyss, and the abyss does more than just stare back at you. Whether there are even more levels than that is for the reader to determine.Life is improvisational theater. You're given a name and a situation, but where the scene goes after that is up to you and the other players. The other players in this story represent every hue of the moral spectrum, from saint to sociopath, but each of them has a part to play. The props for this play include bells and pillows and bayberry candles, bullets and fireworks and plaid flannel shirts. Come on in, find your seat, and let’s cue the curtain. You’re going to enjoy this.

    A wounded ally. And the rise of a new and powerful enemy . . . When an unforeseen blast destroys part of England’s largest gunpowder factory, Inspector Gregson, a former ally of Sherlock Holmes, is put on the case. Holmes waits for a call to help Gregson investigate, but the call never comes. Soon Gregson will be demoted to a lowly beat patrolman, walking the streets of Whitechapel. Nine months later, the factory owner comes to Holmes for help. He has rebuilt the demolished structure and needs to resume operations. But he's received an anonymous note threatening another explosion.All known suspects have iron-clad alibis, and there are no other leads. If the culprit is not caught, the factory may never reopen, and the livelihoods of four hundred workers and their families will vanish permanently.Then Gregson is brutally stabbed in a Whitechapel alley. More mysterious circumstances unfold. Holmes realizes the Baker Street team is up against a powerful and complex enemy who will stop at nothing to avoid being caught. Can the team unmask the malefactor before more damage is done? Or will all their efforts go up in smoke?A thrilling and fast-paced take on a classic Sherlock who-done-it, complete with unexpected twists and turns, clever sleuthing, and diabolical villainy. Powder Island stays faithful to the spirit of the beloved original series, while adding fresh new mysteries and dynamic new characters. Get it today!

    The House On Gable Street is a fast-paced supernatural story about 30,000 words long, almost a novella. Stephen Leather is one of the UK's most successful thriller writers, an ebook and Sunday Times bestseller and author of the critically acclaimed Dan “Spider’ Shepherd series and the Jack Nightingale supernatural detective novels.

    She was going to stay away from magic, become a successful interior designer in a big city, and maybe finally learn how to waltz. But then, her magic acts up—without her permission—leaving her without a job and a plan.Coming home was never in the stars. But when her aunt calls, Cassie packs up her stuff and heads to Crooked Windows Inn. Maybe with a little peace and quiet, and a remodeling gig, she can get her magic (and life) back under control.But the universe is clearly out to get her!Not only has she picked up an annoying cat sidekick, but then her childhood nemesis comes back into her life in the form of the (hot) new handyman, and things just can’t get any worse.That is, until one of the inn’s guests turns up dead and Cassie’s aunt is the prime suspect.Now Cassie has no choice but to take the matters into her own magical hands.Can she solve the case before her aunt is arrested for a crime she didn’t commit?If you love a little magic and wit with your murder, you’ll love this brand new paranormal witch cozy mysteries series from USA Today bestselling author, Valia Lind!

    I don’t leap tall buildings, I’m not a billionaire playboy, and I didn’t get bitten by a radioactive spider. Plus, I don’t wear tights. Where the heck would I keep my gun? But don’t get it twisted: I, private detective Truman Lord, am still very much a superhero. If my gun doesn’t get you, my powers surely will. I’m thinking about using that as my catchphrase. Don’t try to steal it. I copyright my stuff. When Eileen hired me to stop a former lover from blackmailing her, I thought it would be a simple matter of using sweet reason to persuade him to stop. I call my right fist “sweet”; my left one is “reason.” But, when people started turning up dead and supervillains came out of the woodwork, I was soon investigating a murder case where I was the next target. Someone wanted me dead. I hoped to foil their objective. “Foil" is superhero and detective-speak for “punch them in the face.”