Fish Funny

Romaine Wilder, big-city medical examiner with a small-town past, has been downsized and evicted. With few other options, she’s forced to return to her hometown of Roble in East Texas, leaving behind the man she’s dating and the life she’s worked hard to build. Suzanne Babet Derbinay, Romaine’s Auntie Zanne and proprietor of the Ball Funeral Home, has long since traded her French Creole upbringing for Big Texas attitude. She’s a member in a number of ladies’ auxiliaries and clubs, including being in charge of the Tri-County Annual Crawfish Boil and Music Festival. Hanging on to ...

Sinister secrets hidden by the tranquil waters of an Ozarks lake. Can married amateur sleuths bait and capture a killer before the truth slips away? Kirkus Reviews—“A fine whodunit featuring a delightful cast whom readers will love—or love to hate.” After newlyweds Elizabeth and Jonas Trout arrive to settle her grandmother's estate, they quickly find themselves embroiled in a treacherous mystery when Elizabeth is implicated in the murder of the property manager. With mounting evidence and the Southern small-town sheriff convinced of her guilt, Elizabeth and Jonas must fish for clues...

Over 5 Million Copies Sold! Imagine a workplace where everyone chooses to bring energy, passion, and a positive attitude to the job every day. A powerful parable that will help you see your life and work in a new way. It's a rainy day in Seattle, and on the third floor of First Guarantee...

A broke college grad with bad luck. A demon who refuses to leave my couch. I was just trying to manifest some abundance. Light a candle, chant a little, maybe get lucky with rent money. Instead, I woke up to six feet of smug, tattooed demon lounging in my living room, eating my cereal and mocking my life choices. Apparently, I signed some kind of contract, and now he can’t leave until he fulfills a “favor.” Which, so far, has meant reorganizing my kitchen, sabotaging my dating apps, and making suggestive comments every time I so much as look at him. Asmodeus is arrogant, ridiculously ...

Book 1: THE PARTY INVITATION! Middle school was supposed to be simple: survive classes, avoid humiliation, and maybe not trip over your own feet. But for eleven-year-old Avery, it’s more like a reality show called Surviving Middle School: Awkward Edition. With her besties Claire and Ellie dishing out constant warnings about her life choices, Avery is just trying to dodge gym class disasters, keep her locker shut, and avoid the cafeteria pizza (which might be alive). Then, the unthinkable happens—she gets invited to the birthday party. Not just any party, but Mackenzie Harper’s, the ...

The Avery Diary: My Middle School Crush! A Hilarious Book for Kids 9-12! OMG, my life is a TOTAL rollercoaster right now. First, I thought I liked Jason—the most popular guy in school—so I spent a week trying (and failing) to be cool. Turns out, he likes Taylor, which is great because I might actually like Jake... you know, my old best friend? But how do I tell him without looking like a total dork? Between my little brother Carl’s nonstop pranks, my cat trying to destroy me, and my best friends teasing me, my middle school life is basically a rom-com gone WRONG. Read my diary... but ...

The Avery Diary: The Party Invitation! Hilarious Books for Kids 9-12 Middle school was supposed to be simple: survive classes, avoid humiliation, and maybe not trip over your own feet. But for eleven-year-old Avery, it’s more like a reality show called Surviving Middle School: Awkward Edition. With her besties Claire and Ellie dishing out constant warnings about her life choices, Avery is just trying to dodge gym class disasters, keep her locker shut, and avoid the cafeteria pizza (which might be alive). Then, the unthinkable happens—she gets invited to the birthday party. Not just any ...

When a six-foot-something fae warrior stomps into my coffee shop demanding “gainful human employment,” I think it’s a joke. But apparently he’s been banished from his realm, stripped of magic, and this is the only place desperate enough to hire him. The problem? He thinks customer service means challenging rude patrons to duels. He tries to froth milk with a battle cry. He insists loyalty cards are a form of fealty contract. And every time I tell him to smile at the customers, he flashes the kind of grin that makes knees buckle and cappuccinos spill. Now I’m stuck training him—...

Wander to "where the song of the ocean / Meets the salty piece of land" with Tully Mars, washed up from Margaritaville and in the mood for monkeyshines—in the 20th anniversary edition of this shimmering Caribbean epic by the late king of tropical rock, Jimmy Buffett. It's not on any chart...

I teach yoga, not anger management for feral men with eight-packs and boundary issues. My “Full Moon Flow” class was supposed to be harmless—stretching, breathwork, maybe a little spiritual howling for the tourists. I didn’t expect the sexy guy in the back to actually grow fur mid-downward dog. One second he’s locked in Eye of the Tiger pose, the next he’s got claws, a tail, and absolutely no pants. Now I’ve got a real, live werewolf in my studio—hot, cranky, and very naked. He says he’s “new to this shifting thing” and needs help staying grounded. I say he should stop...

A fairy prince’s chosen champion. A human who can’t even do his own laundry. One minute I was on my couch, halfway through a six-hour gaming binge. The next? I woke up in a glittering throne room with a crown-wearing pretty boy announcing that I was his “summoned warrior, foretold by prophecy.” Which is hilarious, because the only thing I’m good at fighting is lag. Prince Irian looks like he stepped straight out of a fantasy RPG—sharp cheekbones, silken hair, armor that probably costs more than my car. He’s deadly serious about this whole “savior of the realm” thing. ...

She’s settling into a new life. But when a fishing trip totally capsizes, can she get a friend off the hook for murder? Elizabeth Trout still feels awkward living back home. Discovering a BFF from her raucous high-school days has become the perfect mom is as weird as staying with her mother while awaiting construction of her new home. But she’s shaken to her core when her newlywed husband and beloved dog are nearly blown out of the water in a dockside explosion which leaves another woman dead … and her bestie is arrested for the crime. To clear her friend, Elizabeth and her spouse set...

A wedding bouquet. A royal mix-up. A very confusing marriage. All I was supposed to do was drop off the flowers. I work for my aunt’s florist shop, I had the address, and yeah—the manor looked a little weird, but I figured rich people were just into moss and weird lighting. Next thing I know, I’ve been dragged inside, handed a crown, and kissed by a very intense, very attractive man who introduces himself as Crown Prince Sylvaris of the Summer Court… and my soon-to-be husband. Apparently, I just delivered myself to the wrong dimension. According to Sylvaris—who’s gorgeous, ...

A legendary demon, now fluffy and furious. A veterinarian convinced I need saving. Imagine being a Duke of Hell—terrifying, powerful, deeply respected—and then getting cursed into the body of an oversized, fluffy black cat with horns, useless wings, and a hiss that somehow earns you chin scratches. That’s my life now. Morax, reduced to Finn’s pampered “rescue” pet. My threats are dismissed as adorable. My rage? Met with treats and belly rubs, which I secretly... don't hate. Finn is infuriatingly kind, blind to every hint of darkness I throw his way. No matter how I plot or glare...

A powerful fae lord who's never lived without servants. A human who refuses to be anyone's maid. Aureniel has never done a chore in his life. Food appears, clothes arrange themselves, baths are drawn. Then he’s banished to the human world—and I’m apparently his only lifeline. He stares down my coffee maker like it’s a riddle. Floods my kitchen with dish soap. Tries to “summon” clean clothes by glaring at my washing machine. He’s proud, completely clueless, and somehow manages to look regal even while hopelessly out of place. Every time I try to help, he acts personally ...

Funny You Should Ask... features the QI Elves' answers to 200 questions on topics ranging from goosebumps to gherkins and everything in-between. Generously sprinkled with mind-boggling extra facts from the Elves, this is essential listening for the incurably curious.

A fairy prince in hiding. A human who didn’t sign up for this. When my landlord said I’d be getting a roommate to help cover rent, I didn’t expect him. Auren shows up with designer luggage, a crown-shaped dent in his hair, and absolutely no idea how to function like a normal human. He can’t work the washing machine, burns water trying to boil it, and keeps accidentally summoning flower petals every time he sneezes. Oh, and he’s apparently some kind of fairy prince “undercover” in the mortal world. Sharing an apartment with him is a nightmare. A gorgeous, sparkly, maddening ...

A fairy prince who can’t be touched. A human who can’t seem to stop. After one too many bad decisions, I’m crashing on my cousin’s couch, desperate to get my act together. The last thing I expect is to stumble into a job at the weirdest little café I’ve ever seen—one that caters to the fae. It’s just coffee and pastries. Until he walks in. Thalen is… impossible. All sharp cheekbones, silken hair, and frosty glares. He’s obviously one of them—the kind of fairy that humans aren’t even supposed to look at for too long. And he definitely doesn’t want me looking at him. ...

I prefer high heels to fishing reels, but single dad Henry Cooper is determined to hook me. I’ve seen too many women give up everything they want for some man, and I refuse to do the same. That path leads straight to heartache. I say the absolute wrong thing every time I’m around him, but Henry still flirts and teases like he’s mistaken me for someone with a sense of humor. My plan to avoid the construction contractor with the big hands, strong thighs, and ridiculous fishy puns is shot all to heck when my cousin asks Henry to teach us how to fly fish for an upcoming competition. I’m...

I just wanted a quiet corner to ugly-cry. Instead, a dusty old book ate me. Now I’m flat on my back in a fancy throne room, staring up at the kind of fae lord who should come with a warning. Aedrin: tall, smirking, magic curling around him, and eyes that say he’s already undressing me. Apparently, I’m “the Reader” he’s spent centuries summoning. Flattering. Except I have no idea how to get home, and he keeps calling me my little human in a voice that makes me melt. He says he needs my help to restore his power, but every touch and wicked smile feels less like a quest—and more ...