On a wild and stormy night on England’s south coast, ambitious young police constables Rutherford Barnes and Harriet Holden are doing the rounds when they see a burglar fleeing the scene of the crime.

And the location is Harriet’s house. The ground floor is ransacked. Scrawled in red across one wall are the words: DEAD COPS SLEEP LONG.

Then a few days later, Harriet’s battered body is discovered in a shabby seafront hotel.

Newly promoted to detective, Barnes vows to discover who killed his partner, and why.

Catherine Winslow never imagined her quiet life as a governess would lead her into the heart of a dangerous mystery, nor the arms of her scandalous master, Earl Edward Montague. When she steps through the gates of his crumbling estate though, she is faced with secrets from the past, along with an instant attraction to the mysterious Earl. As Catherine delves deeper into the mysteries of the Montague estate, she uncovers whispers of a murder that could tear her newfound happiness apart.

Will her growing feelings for the Earl drive her world into chaos?

Edward Montague, Earl of Wessex, has long shrouded his heart in the darkness of his family’s tragic history, guarding his secrets as fiercely as he guards his sister. When Catherine arrives, her presence feels like a breath of fresh air, stirring desires he thought were long buried. However, her curiosity is a dangerous spark in a house full of secrets. Though he tries to keep his distance to protect her, Edward can’t help but be drawn to the woman who constantly challenges him, creating an irresistible tension between them.

A LEGION SLAUGHTERED.
A STARSHIP WASTED.
A PLANET NUKED.
IT’S A BAD DAY, EVEN BY MY STANDARDS.

My name is Lucky Savage. I’m a Frontier Marine, which means I’m hard to kill. I have a foul-mouthed AI living in my head that calls herself Rocky. I’m good at exactly two things: Shooting stuff and dodging responsibility.

I guess I should also mention that I have some special abilities that were imprinted on my mind by aliens … nah, let’s not get into that yet.

Here’s what matters. On my latest mission, everything has gone sideways. I’ve ended up ambushed behind enemy lines and left for dead along with a handful of privates so green they actually respect my authority.

With nobody around with a higher rank still sucking air, I have little choice but to step up.

A mutilated body. No witnesses. The only clue, a message, “Those who I have made suffer will become saints and they shall lift me up from hell.”

Winter, 1945. Munich is in ruins, and a savage killer is stalking the city.

U.S. Army investigator Mason Collins enforces the law in the American Zone of Occupation. This post is his last chance to do what he loves most—being a homicide detective.

But he gets more than he’s bargained for when the bodies start piling up, the city devolves into panic, and the army brass start breathing down his neck.

Then the murderer makes him a target. Now it’s a high-stakes duel, and to win it Mason must bring into deadly play all that he values: his partner, his career—even his life.

My ex-love affair just showed up again, now as my boss.

He’s the last person I want in my life. Namely because I’ve been hiding a secret from him.

My kiddo. His kiddo. Ours.

This possessive alpha male is impossible to please and hot as sin.

Being a billionaire, he decided to buy up the tax firm I’m at the top of the ladder with.

So now I answer to him. And of course, he’s cocky enough to make immediate changes during our busiest time of the year.

The damn dust hasn’t even settled.

We clash at every turn, but every tiff only seems to set my blood more and more on fire.

There’s only one thing to do when the steam scorches me. Quit.

There’s a woman in the garden…

Candle shop owner, Claire Harris, loves everything about Halloween, from the crisp autumn nights to the movies, music, and costumes. Her latest toffee apple candle captures the spooky season’s magic in one jar, and according to her best friend and co-worker, Damon, the candle is a ‘one sniff sensation.’ If only the shop had more customers to test that theory…

But the lack of shoppers in Northash’s chilly square becomes the least of Claire’s worries. Her elderly neighbour, Mrs Beaton, has always been an enigma, no more so than when she’s found wandering around in her nightie delivering a simple message. There’s a woman in the garden. And it doesn’t take long for Claire to find that woman, Valerie Skelton, in a freshly dug grave amongst Mrs Beaton’s weeds.

The answers to who buried the woman take Claire down a secret tunnel hidden under the village, all the way back to a 1977 wedding day tragedy where Valerie’s sister, Melanie, died under similarly confusing circumstances.