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For fans of Kate Quinn, a dual-timeline adventure novel of a historian who risks everything—including her life—to discover the truth about a female Renaissance sculptor unjustly erased by history. Two determined women four hundred years apart. One mysterious statue. And a bombshell that could change history. Art historian Mia is running out of time to prove her theory that the sculptor of an unearthed erotic statue was a courtesan erased from history—a scandal no one will believe.

Dying for Cupcakes: A broken baker running for relief in Sunny Cove. A poisoned cupcake swallowed by the local sheriff. Our sleuthing cook in the crosshairs for the crime! Rolling Out a Mystery: Reconnecting with old friends seemed like such a good idea, but when a Halloween Party becomes the unlikely scene of a crime, Sammy is thrown again into a Sunny Cove mystery!

Reconnecting with old friends seemed like such a good idea, but when a Halloween Party becomes the unlikely scene of a crime, Sammy is thrown again into a Sunny Cove mystery! Sammy's homemade cinnamon rolls are a big hit at Just Like Grandma’s, but she feels that something is still missing from her return to Sunny Cove Maybe reconnecting with her old friends and helping a disabled man who is even more of an outcast than she is will help? The party she attends to revive old acquaintance soon takes a gruesome turn! Her best friend disappears and no one knows where.

It’s the most exciting time of the year in Branson Falls, Utah - the annual county fair and parade. Branson Tribune editor, Kate Saxee, is busy covering stories involving animal auctions, the popular “poop drop” lottery, and a clown crash. Oh, and the Branson sugar factory just exploded.

Journalist and editor of The Branson Tribune, Kate Saxee, has a lot going on. Her mom is in a war with a neighbor, Kate’s trying to navigate her love life after a memorable Halloween party, and it looks like a serial killer might be on the loose in her small rural community that’s getting bigger by the day. Utah’s population is booming and new houses are being built faster than LDS/Mormon temples.

Mirella wants to be a normal college student...but she's far from normal. Since she was born, her mother has been hiding the truth. Mirella is a descendent of a powerful bloodline that spans centuries, a bloodline that gives her an uncontrollable sixth sense. Masked men desire her blood. Strangers long for her to join their cause, and a gorgeous man with magic of his own seeks to forge a forbidden bond between them.

A cow suicide, a revolving door rescue, and the birth of a bright purple pig are starting to make Kate Saxee wonder if taking a job in her small hometown of Branson Falls, Utah, was such a great idea. As The Branson Tribune editor, Kate covers local news, which, more often than not, involves her accident-prone mom. Nothing truly newsworthy has ever happened in the quiet town, until local teen Chelsea Bradford turns up dead in a Branson Falls lake.

Lily McGee has had enough of Hollywood! Tired of the high life, she decides to leave it all behind to live in a small English village and try her hand at writing murder mysteries... But Lily finds that her cozy crime-writing skills become crime-fighting skills as her sharp mind and amateur sleuthing ability are called upon to solve an array of strange happenings in little Didlington.

Horrible histories suggest that the new girl in town Samantha Baker has reason for revenge on the family of the poisoned lawman. Virtually alone and with no time to spare, Sammy turns a sleuth to uncover the cop-killing culprit and solve this messy small-town mystery. Sammy’s investigations will divulge dastardly deeds that require every ounce of faith and forgiveness she can muster before she can finally close the case and put the cherry on this cupcake catastrophe.

The leaves are falling, the Halloween carnival is in full swing, and someone is robbing the residents of Branson Falls, Utah. There is no rhyme or reason to the crimes, but after an elderly widow is targeted, the town is up in arms - literally, and everyone is pointing fingers straight at the owners of the new tattoo shop, Inked AF.

Hazel Greenwood’s always been a late bloomer. At 28, she’s finally close to completing her Green Witch apprenticeship at Granny Sage's magical bakery. And she’s even found herself a decent boyfriend. Take that, shallow Beige Witch mom and sisters who’ve always sneered down their contoured noses because her magic is more than skin deep. Luckily, Hazel’s matured past the angst of her outcast adolescence…or has she?

Mirella wants to be a normal college student...but she's far from normal. Since she was born, her mother has been hiding the truth. Mirella is a descendent of a powerful bloodline that spans centuries, a bloodline that gives her an uncontrollable sixth sense. Masked men desire her blood. Strangers long for her to join their cause, and a gorgeous man with magic of his own seeks to forge a forbidden bond between them.

Stealing objects for supernatural clients is my bread and butter. Murder? Not so much. As a phoenix, I’m used to burning hot and rising from the ashes. That’s why I chose to make my living as a world-class thief. Some say it’s dangerous. I call it fun. Or it is until someone beats me to my latest mark, stealing the prize and killing a fae duke in the process. To add insult to injury, I get blamed for the gruesome murder.

When a mysterious group of vampire hunters target Hazel’s friend Britt, Hazel’s going to have to work more closely with the hot deputy, Elliot James. But her sleuthing efforts put Hazel in the crosshairs of a brutal shifter gang who think she’s on the side of the vampires. The shifter gang is more than dangerous—they have secret ties to at least one of the men in Hazel’s life, which has her questioning who she can really trust. And the more she gets to know Elliot, the more she wonders who he really is behind those dark, intense eyes.

Rin is an immortal kitsune, or at least she was until a witch’s curse turned her human. To regain her yokai powers and avoid being turned into a fox, she must make the lord’s son fall in love with her before the next full moon. Her kind has been seducing humans for centuries, and it should be easy, as long as he doesn’t find out she’s a kitsune…except the curse also took her voice.

I'm Veronica Neill, world class thief and the last phoenix in existence. After taking a job for a vampire in Miami, I find myself embroiled in a war that not only spans this world, but all the other realms as well, even those I never knew existed. With the help of my witchy best friend and a sexy grim reaper agent, we can survive anything......right?

Focusing on getting the kingdom back to normal after Galina’s false and terrible rule has turned out to be a monumental task. Especially because I can’t stop the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I need to get back to Miami. Back to Thane. Find your mate, Pavel said, but I’m running out of time.

Following a maniacal fae mage through a portal to who-the-hell-knows-where may not have been the smartest idea. I’m a go-with-the-flow kind of gal, so I make the most of it. Until that werewolf bite on my leg has other ideas. When I finally wake from my fever dreams, I find out I’m not in Miami anymore. In fact, I’m not in the human world at all.

Mirella has let go of her old life. As the heart maiden, her duty is to protect her people and seek out the precious heart flowers that keep magic flowing through their veins. There's only one problem...Mirella doesn't want any part in it. Then her enclave falls ill, and Mirella alone has the power to find the cure before it's too late. She embarks on a quest to heal her clan, a journey full of monsters and deception, where friends turn on friends and Mirella begins a romance that is sure to be forbidden. But the biggest betrayal is yet to come...and the cure might break her heart.

He can run, but he can’t hide. Not from the war I’m bringing. Remember when I said friendly and fae don’t usually go together? Yeah, I shouldn’t have forgotten that little fact.