The men in Darcy MacDonald’s life are disappearing. Is it fate, misfortune or foul play?
Life has dealt part-time mystery novelist Darcy MacDonald a lousy hand. The men she knows are either missing, dead, drunk or demented.
Lying next to the corpse of her boyfriend, the head of Bloodhound Investigations, definitely qualifies as lousy since he’s the man who also issues her paychecks.
The doctor says her boss had a massive heart attack during an orgasm, and it wasn’t Darcy’s fault. But she can’t help feeling guilty, since his orgasms were her responsibility. Or so she believed, until his grieving widow shows up, along with a mysterious, punk rocker chick who weeps inconsolably at the funeral and claims he was murdered.
A woman with no future, a man with a past and a house full of secrets.
Hayley Carmichael has lost everything … can her sanity be far behind?
She has no mother, no job, and no home, so Hayley follows her newly acquired fiancé, Brody, to his hometown of St. Augustine, Florida. Brody’s not there, but his family is. There’s Drake, Brody’s sullen twin, identical to his brother minus a little hair; his unhappy wife Meredith, whose marriage is sinking fast; and Eleanor Northwood, Brody’s mother, an eccentric old woman with a big heart and an agenda to match, who invites Hayley to stay at her beautiful inn, Plenty O’ Peace.
But peace isn’t so plentiful when Hayley discovers the house may be haunted and Eleanor’s sexy step-nephew, Jordan, is getting under her skin.
A Nancy Drew wannabe and a drifter on the run flirt with disaster—and each other—when they team up to solve a mystery that lands them in trouble—and in love.
Hannah Hailstone’s split ends are a divining rod for disaster
Hannah just found a sexy man in the back seat of her car—semi-conscious and bleeding, but at least he has a pulse. Her father, a James Bond wannabe with a penchant for gambling, has disappeared. And there’s a man in a pink Cadillac tailing her hippy artist mother. Hannah’s plans to re-read her Nancy Drew Mysteries—the vintage, hard cover collection—have changed. Now she’s got a real mystery on her hands.
Cooper West is on a losing streak
Robbed, beaten and on the run from thugs, Cooper is down on his luck. Somebody just tapped danced on his face and stole his precious motorcycle. Now he’s a drifter whose wings have been clipped, so he’s got a reason to stay in town a while. And he just found another one. Hannah’s funky hair and her talent for swan diving into hot water make a fascinating combination.
And bad news travels fast
Someone is out to get Cooper, and Hannah’s a sucker for strays. But when his bad luck tangles with her bad hair, it jump-starts a bumpy ride through the tunnel of love.
A disillusioned young woman and a masquerading private eye discover love is a game of give and take—and cat and mouse—as they unravel a tangled web of oddball relatives, buried secrets and a missing million.
Callie Shaw hates men who keep secrets
Callie’s come home to Deception Bay to stamp out some fires. Her cheating father just left town. Her starry-eyed sister is on the verge of marrying a virtual stranger, and there’s something strange about the drop-dead gorgeous cemetery gardener Mitch Brooker—he doesn’t know a daisy from a doorknob.
Mitch Brooker has a pocketful
As a Private Investigator, telling lies works for Mitch—he can keep everyone happy, avoid disapproval and earn a living at the same time. Masquerading as a groundskeeper at a cemetery gives him an opportunity to discover who’s behind a coffin-switching crime ring that stole a million dollars from his client, a wealthy coffin manufacturer. But when a little harmless flirting with Callie, his prime suspect’s sexy sister-in-law, evolves into a steamy romance, things get complicated, and Mitch discovers…
The truth is what’s left over when you run out of lies