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Doyle couldn’t stop thinking about that one little boy who’d been in the audience during the school’s Career Day event—the one who kept asking the troubling question. Strange, that the boy’s father seems to have disappeared—and even more strange that there was a connection betwixt the father and her own household. Nothing made much sense, though, and it seemed fairly clear that a terrible mistake had been made—or at least, she hoped it was a mistake. . .

For younger fans of Witchlings and Eva Evergreen comes a light-hearted and whimsical middle grade fantasy about a young girl who must save her witch aunt from an uncommonly voracious hat. Where dragons take flight, through the dark of the night. Where the fire ignites, you will find the light...

Hart is a marshal, tasked with patrolling the magical wilds of Tanria. It's an unforgiving job, and he's got nothing but time to ponder his loneliness. Mercy never has a moment to herself. She's been single-handedly keeping Birdsall & Son Undertakers afloat in defiance of sullen jerks like Hart-ache Hart, the man with a knack for showing up right when her patience is thinnest. After yet another run-in with Merciless Mercy, Hart finds himself penning a letter addressed simply to "A Friend".

After being sentenced to the banned list, half of the Asian Federation believes Lee Urban is a ticking time bomb that could end the world as they know it. They’re willing to do anything to erase her existence and silence her voice before she can take a stand. There’s only one way to fight back: enroll in the Race to the Clouds. Winning the competition would garner global media attention and give Urban the coverage she needs to dismantle the enhancement programs. Unfortunately, it also happens to be the deadliest event of the year.

By sinking a fleet of Imperial Warships, the Pirate Supreme and their resistance fighters have struck a massive blow against the Emperor. Now allies from across the empire are readying themselves, hoping against hope to bring about the end of the conquerors’ rule and the rebirth of the Sea. But trust and truth are hard to come by in this complex world of mermaids, spies, warriors, and aristocrats. Who will Genevieve—lavishly dressed but washed up, half-dead, on the Wariuta island shore—turn out to be?

Cressida Hoth is alone in the world. Orphaned and unwanted, she is inflicted with a peculiar curse by her mischievous aunts and banished to a finishing school in the secluded kingdom of Dernmont. Students train in every accomplishment suitable for young ladies: music, dancing, etiquette…and strangely, poison-making, fencing, and lock-picking. The school is a front for a rebel spy ring, and when her training is complete, Cressida is selected to join a mission to infiltrate the kingdom’s royal court.

The detectives called it “graveyard love”, and it happened more than you’d think; a spurned lover would rather murder his beloved than allow her to walk away. This case seemed no different than the usual—a murder-suicide by someone who couldn’t bear such a rejection. Doyle thought it was a bit odd, though, that the perpetrator worked for an armed transport company; you’d think he’d have been vetted. And it was an interesting coincidence that the female victim had a connection to the Public Accounts investigation—the one that was giving Chief Inspector Acton such fits.

Kaeden carries the blood of the ancient Eldaran race in his veins but turns away from his heritage after the death of his parents. Years later, he is called back to his homeland and invited to be a healer for the southern forces. With the help of an old mentor, the power inside of him starts to awaken. However, his life is turned upside down when a mighty warrior of the Nordic forces is captured. As Kaeden interacts with the enemy, he discovers there is a darkness behind the Nordic Wars, one that is manipulating the people of the north

This homicide case featured aristocrats as far as the eye could see, between the Russians and the Spaniards, and Acton, of course, who was supposedly investigating the others, but seemed a little too deferential for Doyle's taste. Why wasn't her husband moving in on the killer?

"A uniquely charming mixture of whimsy and the macabre that completely won me over. If you ever wished for an adult romance that felt like Howl's Moving Castle, THIS IS THAT BOOK." —Helen Hoang, author of The Kiss Quotient Hart is a marshal, tasked with patrolling the strange and magical wilds...

The much-anticipated homicide trial for the fentanyl murders was going forward, but Doyle couldn’t shake the feeling that they’d overlooked an important suspect, along the way. It may have been because Acton was being more secretive than his usual and was taking great pains to keep his wedded wife away from the trial and away from the evidence that would be presented.

Detective Sergeant Kathleen Doyle had recovered from the injuries she’d sustained when the marina balcony collapsed, but it was becoming more and more clear that there’d been quite a bit going on, whilst she’d been unconscious for a few days. For starters, there’d been some sort of donnybrook at the hospital, and as a result Acton had been placed on leave—not to mention that one of her nurses had disappeared.

Driven by desperation, Urban accepts a position within the elite Dragons AI team, a high-stakes gamble that will propel her into the heart of the turbulent West. As she follows the elusive clues to the hybrid, the journey takes her closer to uncovering the truths about her own origins and the odd circumstances surrounding her adoption. Tensions between the Enhanced and Naturals grow increasingly violent, and the Western Federation teeters on the brink of civil war. Urban's choices threaten to tear her family apart, and the secrets she unearths just might shatter the balance of society.

In this witty, feel-good romantic comedy perfect for fans of Love Is Blind and You’ve Got Mail, an enemies-to-lovers romance unfolds between two rivals who unknowingly fall for each other online. Perpetually cheerful and eager to please, Gracie Cooper is determined to keep her late father’s...

A shocking death at St. Michael's Church pitches Detective Sergeant Kathleen Doyle into a confusing case - one where the motive for the crime is not at all clear and only becomes less so as the investigation unearths a massive criminal enterprise. Why was the murder of such a famous man necessary? And why does Doyle have the sense that the killer had to steel himself to commit the crime?

It seemed as though Doyle was slated to have a busman’s holiday, here in Dublin, and wasn’t it just her luck to stumble across a corpse in the St. Brigid’s School orchard. Stranger still, it looked to be a ritualistic revenge-murder, which—come to think of it—was exactly what they’d stumbled across the last time they’d visited Doyle’s home town. Who would have guessed that nasty revenge-murders were thick on the ground, here—save Acton, of course, since such a thing was usually his specialty. . .

This seemed like a cut-and-dried case of suicide to Detective Sergeant Kathleen Doyle; the decedent—a wealthy theatre patron—must have decided that life without her famous husband was too hard to bear, and so she’d ended it. Indeed, nothing about the tranquil scene would indicate foul play, save for the housekeeper’s insistence that something was amiss.

They were going to hold a gala at Trestles, but Acton wasn't one to want a passel of strangers tromping around his ancestral estate and so Doyle was rightfully suspicious; he must have some plan afoot—something to do with the Song case, which had gone cold even though there was a mighty fortune hanging in the balance. Stranger still, the charities were going to put-on that famous Sherlock Holmes story—the one with the horror-hound—and Doyle couldn't help but notice there seemed to be a lot of parallels to current events, what with unknown heirs, and a tightening web of unnatural goings-on...

It was very surprising that Mrs. Song had died unexpectedly—although she’d been through the wringer, poor thing, what with her terrible luck in picking husbands. Officer Gabriel suspected there might be a murder afoot, but they hadn’t the whisper of a suspect—it was one of those locked-room mysteries.

Detective Sergeant Kathleen Doyle was investigating a tip she’d received about doctors who were being assaulted at a London free clinic, but - strangely enough - none of the volunteers was willing to give her a statement. Instead, her only witness offered a fanciful tale about supernatural evildoers - which was nonsense, of course; it was clearly an attempt to shift the blame to the appropriate cultural bogeyman.