The Bride Wore Dead

Pippa Winterbourne runs Moorehaven, the Oregon Coast's quirkiest bed-and-breakfast and former home of world-famous mystery writer A. Raymond Moore. Guests come there to write their own crime novels. When a real-life murder takes a local's life and washes a handsome boat pilot into her arms, Pippa is yanked into a deadly plot of her own. A tangle of secrets crashes past into present, and Pippa must uncover clues dating back to Seacrest's Prohibition days, including a secret Moore himself hid from the world.

A killer with a white picket fence. Suburbia, a great place for a man with secrets to hide - while investing in some solid real estate. The biggest drawback? Neighbors. In this case, a neighbor with sexy curves and a bright smile. Good thing she's not his type. Single moms with annoying exes are on the do-not-date list. Stay away. Calvin wants to; it's just not happening. He can't help but find himself drawn to the chaos next door. And when danger threatens his suburban lifestyle, this assassin doesn't hesitate to act.

Tempest Michaels does not believe in the paranormal, in fact he thinks it is all nonsense, so why does he investigate it for a living? Because he is the only professional Paranormal Investigator in the Country and business is booming. Following a spate of violent deaths with vampiric characteristics Tempest can ignore the case no longer. The police are getting nowhere and solving the mystery falls into his job description. This would be enough motivation, but when the alluring PC Amanda Harper, AKA PC Hotstuff, asks for his help the lonely voice from his pants demands he do all he can to solve the case, find the killer and win a one way trip to her knickers.

FBI agent Cookie James is enjoying her extended leave from the agency on Secret Seal Isle, managing her quaint inn, and flirting with the oh-so sexy-handyman, Dylan Creed . . . until her 60-year-old mother goes skinny dipping and is almost drowned by a corpse. A phone call to the sheriff should mean the end of Cookie’s involvement, but when it’s clear the sheriff has no interest in the investigation, Cookie calls in reinforcements - her ex-partner Hunter O’Neil.  

Roxanne Bloom quit her job as a lawyer, divorced her cheating husband, and moved to the quaint town of Honey Springs, Kentucky, where she'd spent many of her teenage summers visiting her eccentric and fun-loving Aunt Maxi. Roxy follows her dream and opens The Bean Hive, Honey Springs' first coffee house on the town's newly revitalized boardwalk. It opens just in time for Honey Springs' annual Honey Festival. Roxy's life couldn't be better. 

Reed Ferguson loves film noir and classic detective fiction, and he wants more than anything to emulate his hero, Humphrey Bogart. So Reed tries his hand at the detecting business and what follows is a humorous journey into suspense territory.

When Laurel's mother, Thelma, hosts a group of writers in the belief they are writing about the Holy Ghost, she is horrified to find they are, in fact, writing ghost stories. Thelma decides to go on a road trip. Her GPS cannot get her there, so she hires an escort to show her the way. This turns out to be a grave mistake. Things go south when the escort's naked body is found in Thelma's bedroom.

It's always been a dream of Connie Butterworth's to be a private investigator. Now that she's retired, she makes that dream a reality and sets herself up as an investigator. With reluctant help from her sister-in-law, Sable, Connie takes on her first client. What starts out as a simple case of tracking down a missing person soon turns into an intriguing case of deception, phone hacking and murder.

Getting involved in a murder investigation had never been part of Ray Rosenthorpe's retirement plans. But here he was, on a Saturday morning in a garden center, looking at a dead body in a shed. A woman Ray knows is standing over the dead body with blood on her hands. She claims she had nothing to do with the murder, and asks Ray to help clear her name. Being the kind-hearted soul that he is, Ray agrees to help her.

Nobody knows that Laurel Bay can see and talk to ghosts. When she inherits a funeral home, she is forced to return from the city to the small town of Witch Woods to breathe life into the business. It is a grave responsibility, but Laurel is determined that this will be no dead-end job.

Meg Walton hopes her days of sleuthing are behind her. So when another murder occurs, the secret witch turned sleuth finds her life turned upside down. This time, the case is personal when Meg finds out one of her dearest friends is the victim. Even more, Meg's friend has made enemies of the most influential family in town. Somehow, Meg has to find a way to navigate her grief while cracking her hardest case yet. Is Meg finally in over her head?

When town troublemaker Louella Drummond drops dead in front of Isolde Quinn's pet store just minutes after threatening both Issy and her cousin Graeme, the police in the small lakeside town of Silver Hollow assume it's from natural causes...until it's discovered that Louella was murdered. Not just any murder, though. Murder by paranormal means. Dark magic that could only have been performed by a powerful witch. And every law-abiding paranormal knows that dark magic is forbidden. Note: This special Booktrack Edition adds an immersive musical soundtrack to your audiobook listening experience!

Retired widows Connie and Sable Butterworth have set up a private investigating business. They are hired to investigate a suspicious insurance claim where the payout is £10 million. Aging rock star Juniper Vale is injured when stage equipment falls on her during a rehearsal. Her hands sustain severe damage and she's unable to play her famous guitar. Her husband, Ned, is the one who makes the claim for Juniper's hands.

The only thing worse than a used car salesman showing up on your doorstep is finding one dead. After a scandalous divorce, Elise returns from the big city to her southern home town only to trip over the body of the town playboy. He leaves behind a heap of trouble that includes missing money, missing pets, and mourning lovers, and the suspects just keep piling up.

Confirmed grump Eddie Valentino placed the ad. Hotshot 20-something Talba Wallis knew exactly how to answer it. And thus was born the dynamic duo of New Orleans private detectives, one cynical, 65-year-old Luddite white dude with street smarts, and one young, bright-eyed, 21st century African-American female poet, performance artist, mistress of disguise, and computer jock extraordinaire. Think Queen Latifah and Danny DeVito.