Cozy Science Fiction

With grudging permission from Heathcliff, Mina Wilde has transformed Nevermore Bookshop. She's running author events, hosting Quoth's art show, and using her creative flair to attract more customers. But when crime writer Danny Sledge is murdered moments before his writing workshop, the bookshop goes from bustling to broke. No one in the village will set foot inside Nevermore.

When a man from Callum's past turns up at our door claiming to have lost both the last herd of unicorns in England and his sister, I knew it should be a hard pass. The past has teeth. But old debts plus a damsel in distress means Callum just can't say no. G&C London, Private Investigators, are plunging deep into the magical underbelly of Leeds, and we're going to have our work cut out for us. Never mind the criminal dynasties, cross-dressing trolls, trained attack lizards, and philosophical donkeys - we need to find the sister and get out before the Watch get involved.

Find a missing book. That was the job the woman in the Doc Martens gave us. Easy money, right? Only now it seems she's actually an ancient, powerful sorcerer, and the book is a Book of Power that doesn't want to be found. It wants to tear reality apart at the seams, and it'll use anyone it can to do it. So now we've got one spectacularly displeased sorcerer, a hungry, still-missing book, a dentist with bad hygiene, and a neighbourhood having some reality issues to deal with. Plus about a day before the book turns our world - and us - inside out.

Charlie Rhodes is psychic, telekinetic, and hiding in the one place where they’re looking for her. Enthusiastic to the point of being absurd, Charlie is gung-ho about her position with the Legacy Foundation, a group that travels the world looking to solve the unexplained and prove the existence of the paranormal. From one coast to the next, she (along with her merry band of misfits) investigates strange and odd phenomena...all the while pretending she’s a normal human being without magical to call on.

The whispers of war are growing loud enough to shake the leaves off the trees, but the Magic Touch Inn and Spa is on neutral territory. More and more troublesome guests have made their way to the inn lately, but Ryker Hayes and his gorgeous monster-girl business partners are ready for any challenge.

A simple case - or it should be. But all clues point to the Toot Hansell Women’s Institute, and Detective Inspector Adams is about to discover there’s much more to the W.I. than just bake sales and jam-making. Alice Martin knows the ladies of the W.I. are not guilty. But she has a bigger problem. Toot Hansell has a large and dragonish secret, and she needs to keep the police well away from it. Beaufort Scales, High Lord of the Cloverly dragons, knows even better than Alice that the modern dragon only survives as long as no one knows they exist.

A wedding may be a new beginning for Bentley and Meadow, but it's an ending for one of their obnoxious guests. When Sheriff Nash starts showing more wolf than warmth during the investigation, paranormals sit up and take notice, especially ones in positions of power. Ember and Deputy Bolan agree to work together to keep the sheriff from losing his badge, but the werewolf's antics won't make it easy. Can Ember solve the murder in time or will Granger's reign as sheriff finally come to a bittersweet end?

Can this witch keep her nose out of trouble from beyond the grave before it becomes the death of her? Is it too much for psychic medium Nora Ashcroft to ask for to run her business, study her new powers, and spend a little alone time with her boyfriend in peace? Looks like it. Because after she's first on scene at a series of seemingly unrelated crimes around Eastwind, she must dig deeper to find the connection if she wants to save the people she loves....

When it comes to Eastwind's annual cook-off, witch Nora Ashcroft is in it to win it. It's the perfect opportunity to introduce her delectable queso recipe to the magical town of Eastwind, and she'll do whatever it takes to keep Donovan from beating her. But after someone tampers with her appetizer, causing a whole gaggle of ghosts to blow in on the breeze, the psychic finds herself with a big, cheesy mess on her hands. Can Nora find who sabotaged her entry, or will the restaurant owner's reputation be fried to a crisp?

I'm not saying the entire magical population of North Yorkshire want us dead. Just the majority. Which is why we fled Leeds to hide out in the dubious safety of the seaside town of Whitby. But lying low isn't really in our skillset, and when one of our few remaining friends is taken by the sea, we can't just walk away. We've got to get her back. Especially as her partner is a reaper with a scythe that can slice through reality, and the whole situation might be a teeny, tiny bit our fault. We're not going after Emma alone, though.

Hadley Hunter is about to find out the island's biggest secrets...if she can stay alive long enough to dig deep and absorb a bevy of different answers. Come along for the ride with Hadley, hunky sheriff Galen, mysterious Booker, and congenial Lilac - along with a multitude of other colorful characters - as they engage in one adventure after another.

After my second husband bails without a word, I’ve moved back to my hometown, San Marcos, Florida, one of the nation’s oldest cities. I’m here to open a 300-year-old inn, and, hopefully, begin a new life. It turns out the inn comes with ghosts, a decrepit vampire, and a snarky gargoyle. Plus, the paranormal in my genes is going haywire.

As a storyteller, Maureen Nash can't help but see the narrative cues woven through her life. Like the series of letters addressed to her late husband from a stranger—the proprietor of The Moon Shell, a shop on Ocracoke Island, off the coast of North Carolina. The store is famous with shell collectors, but it's the cryptic letters from Allen Withrow, the shop's owner, that convince Maureen to travel to the small coastal town in the middle of hurricane season. At the very least, she expects she'll get a good story out of the experience, never anticipating it could end up a murder mystery.

A witch is missing, and if Nora can't find her, Eastwind may never be the same. When a North Wind witch vanishes and is presumed dead, the Eastwind Coven asks psychic medium Nora Ashcroft for her help. In need of a serious distraction from her own problems, she agrees to look into it for them. When a rumor spreads that a werewolf has killed the young woman, longstanding tensions between witches and weres threaten to boil over. Can Nora uncover the truth before centuries of peace in Eastwind come to an abrupt and violent end?

As a new witch - not to mention owner of Savannah's most enchanting bakery - Katie Lightfoot is still getting used to casting spells, brewing potions, and mastering her magical powers. But that doesn't mean she can't find time to enjoy a picnic with firefighter Declan McCarthy . . . until she stumbles upon a corpse. The dead man's tattoo reveals he was a member of a secret society - and it turns out he's missing an object that was very important to the group.

My name is Nora Black. I'm over 50 and enjoying my life to the fullest. That is, when I'm not worried about graying hair, low back pain, allergies, and a psychic gift that sometimes stinks. When police officer Reese McKay asks me to use my aroma-mojo to look into the "accidental drowning" of her black-sheep cousin, I can't turn her away. Especially now that she's become a friend.

Have you ever wished your cat could talk to you? If so, allow my story to be your cautionary tale. After a stunning betrayal knocks me for a loop, I don't know who I can trust. The trail to finding Aunt Lavender is warmer than ever—but also more dangerous. Can a visit to the local psychic provide the final clue? Or will her inclinations land us in the crosshairs of the kidnapper? There's only one way to find out, and all I can hope is the crystal ball is clear enough to light the way.

Tracking down Aunt Lavender's kidnapper is proving to be more difficult than running through a swimming pool filled with peanut butter. Every lead we uncover ends with more questions than answers.

Ryker Hayes is a licensed massage therapist, and a damn good one at that. It's a career he's passionate about, and all his plans for life are on track—until he winds up transported to the world of Werifesteria in the body of an infamous warlord, at least. Now all he really wants to do is forget the misdeeds of his alter ego and retire to a life of anonymity with a couple interesting women as his new partners. Together, they open the very first massage inn and spa in all the land,

I see dead people. And I'm not the only one. They're even on Facebook. The dead are rising, and if we don't stop them before the infection spreads any further, we're going to be knee-deep in the zombie apocalypse before you can say mmm, brains. The only problem is, we don't know why they're rising, who started it, or how to stop them. But G & C London, Private Investigators, are on the case. Just as soon as we get through dealing with disapproving reapers, irate magicians, zombie-fied chickens, and a small internal case of undeadness. Trust us.