Cozy Fiction

A year and a half after accepting the calling to return to her home church in Port Marie, Reverend Margot Quade is finally moving into the parsonage. The festivities to celebrate the move come to a painful halt when one of the attendees falls gravely ill.

Evie St. Claire's life takes an exciting turn when she discovers she's the rightful heir to her long-lost aunt's estate. Filled with anticipation, she quickly learns that her inheritance is a dilapidated house of little value. To make matters worse, claiming her great aunt's remains requires a journey to the serene lakeside town of Honeysuckle Springs.

Amateur sleuth Joanne Shreve finds herself caught in the middle when her friend Vera Wang, the owner of a discreet escort service, The Right Woman, calls in a favor. Howard Dowhanuik, another long-time friend of Joanne’s and the former premier of Saskatchewan, has been a loyal client for years. That is until he started badgering Vera’s employees, trying to discourage them from performing their “meaningless” work. Given his recent verbal attacks against any and all opponents on his podcast, Joanne knows his erratic behavior must be part of a larger issue.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me—well, actually, my true love, Darcy O’Mara, is spending a feliz navidad tramping around South America. Meanwhile, Mummy is holed up in a tiny village called Tiddleton-under-Lovey with that droll Noel Coward! And I’m snowed in at Castle Rannoch with my bumbling brother, Binky, and sourpuss sister-in-law, Fig.

After spending several months banged up in Sunny Banks rescue center, life is looking good for Aubrey, a large tabby cat who has finally found his forever home with Molly and Jeremy. However, all that changes when a killer begins to target elderly people in the neighborhood. Aubrey wasn't particularly upset by some of the previous deaths—particularly that of Miss Jenkins, who enjoyed throwing stones at cats. But the latest victim, Mr. Telling, was one of the good humans.

When vintage cookware and cookbook collector Jaymie Leighton spies an original 1920s Hoosier brand kitchen cabinet at an estate auction, it's love at first sight. Despite the protests of her sister that the 19th-century yellow-brick house they share in Michigan is already too cluttered with Jaymie's "junk," she successfully outbids the other buyers and triumphantly takes home her Hoosier.

Verity Beresford is worried about her husband. Oliver didn't come home last night, so of course Verity goes straight to Judith Potts, Marlow's resident amateur sleuth, for help. Oliver, founder of the Marlow Amateur Dramatic Society, had hired The Marlow Belle, a private pleasure cruiser, for an exclusive party with the MADS committee but no one remembers seeing him disembark. And then Oliver's body washes up on the Thames with two bullet holes in him. It's time for the Marlow Murder Club to leap into action.

"Jenny Bayliss is a Christmas book queen." —People From Putnam's beloved holiday author comes another charming, British wintertime tale following one dejected woman's trip home to her eccentric great-aunts, her wayward mother . . . and her first love. Fred Hallow-Hart isn't in love with the...

Spring has come to Port Marie, Vermont, shedding new light on old mysteries. Margot has discovered two sets of skeletal remains buried in the wall of the church basement. And even though her police officer cousin Sam warned her to stay out of the case, Margot can’t help herself. After all, it’s her church, her domain, and her responsibility. Hoping for answers, Margot seeks out Conrad Baptiste, the former church custodian, and becomes reacquainted with a loss from his past—his teenage son who went missing 20 years ago has been identified as one of the bodies.

In the village of Pittlewood, near Earlsraven, they believe in faerie folk. Ask anyone - they'll say there have always been goblins living in the woods nearby. When one of the villagers is found murdered, the footprints made by tiny little shoes are found everywhere around the body. Is it possible? Can one of the little people really be the murderer? The villagers think so. Nathalie and Louise can't believe it and set out to find the truth. Then another murder occurs, and, once again, a tiny trail of footprints seems to implicate the goblins.

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!

I never expected a midlife crisis. Sure, I'm over 40 and married, but my kids are grown and moved out. Then my husband asks for a divorce and my whole world crashes. But I am not about to give up. I am ready to tackle my do-over; my chance to become the me I've always dreamed of. Starting with moving into my late grandma's cottage and adopting a new kitten. However, my new life is a little odder than expected. Old books suddenly appearing in my house. Neighbors going missing. A supposed lake monster and a strange man who likes to skulk around with an axe.

La petite localité de Lake Eden est en ébullition. Le vieil hôtel de la ville, fermé depuis des années, s'apprête à revivre sous la forme d'un magnifique complexe immobilier. On la retrouve très vite inanimée après une chute depuis le rooftop. On évoque un accident, peut-être un suicide. Personne ne veut croire à une tentative de meurtre tant Barbara, une figure emblématique de Lake Eden depuis toujours, est aimée de tous. Lorsqu'elle reprend conscience un court instant, elle prétend que c'est son frère qui l'a poussée. Seul problème : Barbara n'a pas et n'a jamais eu de frère.

Rowan Bennett has always been the lighthouse of his family; steadfast, dependable and constantly putting himself last. But when a malicious entity attaches itself to him, his life takes a disastrous turn.

At the centermost point of the United States, lies the tiny town of Divine, Kansas, boasting a population of just over 1,200, and yet, thousands of tourists flock there every year. So what's so special about this mysterious little town smack-dab in the middle of nowhere? For newcomer and businesswoman Jo Pepperdine, it's the perfect site for not only a home for women to get back on their feet after being released from prison, but also her Second Chance Mercantile and Divine Baked Goods Shop.

Devon, 1937. Kitty Underhay is enjoying a crisp winter morning walk with her best friend, Alice, and her fiancé, Robert, who have recently bought the mysterious Midwinter Farm. The previous owner vanished one night, his dinner still on the table and the front door left wide open. But as work is carried out on the farm, a body is found in the grounds. How was the man murdered—and who is responsible?

Zoe Chambers, paramedic and deputy coroner in rural Pennsylvania's tight-knit Vance Township, has been privy to a number of local secrets over the years, some of them her own. But secrets become explosive when a dead body is found in the Township Board president's abandoned car. As a January blizzard rages, Zoe and Police Chief Pete Adams launch a desperate search for the killer, even if it means uncovering secrets that could not only destroy Zoe and Pete but also those closest to them.

Mason Curacao is a big dreamer with an even bigger legacy to uphold. After the unexpected deaths of his famous Alchemist parents, it’s been a long, lonely summer for the new Alchemy Academy graduate. But as summer comes to a close, it looks like his new life can begin at last. It’s finally time to open his very own Tonic Shop, and he’s got an idea that no one has tried before.

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Murder is not her department. It’s not like it used to be. Modern-day grim reapers wear business casual, not black cloaks, and they don’t carry scythes, they work for S. C. Y. T. H. E. (Secure Collection, Yielding, and Transportation of Human Essences), where the Department of Natural...