Vegan Mystery

Waking up thin is one thing. But waking up gaunt, hangry, and undead makes for a very bad day. Mallory's killer better hide, because she's just discovered blood, meat, and dairy don't agree with her, and a future with no cheese is grim indeed. She's out to find her killer...and maybe a vegan cheese that doesn't melt her nose hairs.

Mallory's client is relying on her to solve an inconvenient murder, and her stomach won't stop grumbling. Thankfully, she's got a team of magical and human friends to help her find the culprit...and slip her snacks to stave off a devilish hunger. But she's also got a secret weapon: a wicked clever bloodhound with a nose for the bad guys.

I'm a therapist, and I've worked with the wildest internet celebrities.... A vigilante who treated humans as factory farm animals. A germaphobe who warned of the next major plague. My own best friend. A rapist who got cancelled online — and in real life. A psychic medium with a disturbing prediction. And the last patient I ever worked with: The one who asked me to take them off life support. It all started with a big social media festival on a little island.

Elvis is alive - and he's missing! Except he's not exactly Elvis. And he's not alive...in the traditional sense. But the man with a personal connection to the King and currently known as Patrick is definitely missing. Mallory won't let the confusing nature of Patrick's background stop her from investigating, not when there's a mystery to solve. And who better to crack a case involving the weird and wondrous than the best (and hungriest) sleuthing vamp around?

Greta Rae and her sisters Lucy and Becky set out to find their father who they fear is gone forever, and along the way they find one another in what turns out to be an adventure of a lifetime. Even their long-deceased grandmother Babka, who was no fan of their father's, joins them for the ride. Come along, you won't be disappointed.

Herschel Caine is a master of the universe. His hedge fund, built on the miracle of machine learning, is inches away from systematically sapping profits from the market. His SoHo offices (shoes optional, therapy required) are ready for desperate investors to flood through the doors. But on May 12, his mind is elsewhere-at his Cobble Hill townhouse and the dinner party designed to impress his flawless neighbors. When the soiree falters, Herschel concocts a prank that goes horrifically awry, plunging him into a tailspin of guilt and regret.