Having grown up with four brothers in upstate New York, journalist Chastity O’Neill is tired of being just one of the guys. When she returns to her hometown, she decides it’s time to get in touch with her feminine side. While doing a story on local heroes, she meets a hunky doctor who is the perfect candidate to test her newfound womanly wiles. There’s only one problem: firefighter Trevor Meade, her first love and the one man she’s never quite gotten over—although he seems to have gotten over her just fine.

Yet the more time she spends with Dr. Perfect, the better Trevor looks. But with the in-your-face competition, the irresistible Trevor starts to see Chastity as more than a friend . . . .

Just a few years ago, Corie Geller was busting terrorists as an agent for the FBI. But at thirty-five, she traded in her badge and married the brilliant and remarkably handsome Judge Josh Geller, becoming adoptive mother of his lovely teenage daughter. Between cooking meals and playing chauffeur, Corie scouts Arabic fiction for a few literary agencies and, on Wednesdays, has lunch with her fellow Shorehaven freelancers at a so-so French restaurant. Life is, as they say, fine.

But at her weekly lunches, Corie senses that something’s off. Pete Delaney, a milquetoast package designer, always shows up early, sits in the same spot (often with a different phone in hand), and keeps one eye on the Jeep he parks in the lot across the street. Corie intuitively feels that Pete is hiding something—and as someone accustomed to keeping her FBI past from her new neighbors, she should know. But does Pete really have a shady alternate life, or is Corie just imagining things, desperate to add some spark to her humdrum suburban existence? The only way to find out is to dust off her FBI toolkit and take a deep dive into Pete Delaney’s affairs . . .

He’s been missing 10 years. It’s time to start living again, but can she really leave him in the past?

Detective Daniel Harper disappeared on the job, leaving behind his wife and daughter. Connie Harper is now forty-six years old, and she has spent the last ten years waiting, hoping Daniel would come home. Burying herself in her work and closing herself off from the world, life has passed her by.

When her daughter calls to tell her she’s engaged, Connie realizes it’s time to move forward but there’s one last thing she has to do. When she finally opens a mysterious box that was left for her all those years ago, secrets unfold and Connie does something nobody expects.

She goes to Ruby Island.

When the lead singer of my rock band sets his sights on a pretty waitress, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she doesn’t get in the way of our dreams.

Only, my plan unravels when she accidentally spills her darkest secrets to me one night, triggering a profound connection neither of us saw coming.

And when those dark secrets come back to haunt her, threatening more than just the new life she’s built for herself, I’m the one she runs to.

I know I should run the other way—I’m a single father who’s been burned before.

Not to mention, she’s my front man’s girl.

But in my crusade to drive her away, I fell for her instead, and now, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe… whether she’s mine, or not.

What happens when your worst nightmare comes true?
One spring morning, a bus full of children and their teachers from a Cotswolds primary school head off on a much-anticipated day trip.

But as night falls and the well-heeled parents – one or two of them famous, as well as wealthy – wait at the school to collect their weary offspring, it soon becomes clear that something has gone very wrong.

The children and their teachers simply do not come back.

What’s happened doesn’t seem possible.

How can an entire class of children simply vanish?

Something is afoot at the Ivory Gallery in London. A string of suspicious incidents—a Kang-Tse vase broken, a specially commissioned catalog burned, and now a painting slashed—has young Frances Ivory on edge. She suspects that the instigator is her stepsister’s husband, Robert Madrigal, but there’s not much she can do about it while her father is out of the country.

Robert is even interfering in Frances’s love life, encouraging her to marry his loathsome assistant. To stop his infernal matchmaking, Frances agrees to a sham engagement with the painter whose work was defaced. But when Robert disappears after a confrontation with the artist, he’s found stashed in a cupboard, dead. Frances is now drawn into a mystery that will have her second-guessing her family, her fiancé, and even herself . . .