Money Mystery

The Save the Environment gala has Molly DeWitt and dashing detective Michael O’Hara swimming with society sharks when Molly hooks the most endangered species of all: the late chairwoman of the affair. Tessa was no saint, and the rich shed crocodile tears for the departed philanthropist. Now the question Molly needs to answer isn’t who wanted Tessa dead, but who killed her - and why.

Murder is nothing new for Sheridan Hendley, amateur sleuth, or her husband, Detective Brett McMann. Still, shots fired add a layer of tension to babysitting and being neighborly. This time the murder is too close for comfort. There are no witnesses and no verified identification of the victim, not to mention the car accident prompting Sheridan to be next door. Questions are raised about an investment company and business practices. Could a kitten have the key to the motive and killer? As more information is revealed, Sheridan is in danger.

Until she stumbles across the dead body of judge Amanda Scott-Saunders. ? What starts out as a bad day for Lexy becomes even worse when the police discover the judge was strangled with Lexy's apron. Now Lexy's sitting at the top of the suspect list with a motive, means and opportunity...but no solid alibi. Lexy soon finds herself in a race against time to find the real killer before she ends up disqualified from the contest, or worse, in jail. But that's no easy task. There's a bakery competition full of suspects who all hated the victim and have a $100,000 motive for murder. And then there's the gorgeous, smart police detective who has mysterious ties to Lexy's boyfriend and thinks Lexy is the killer.

A botched murder at a very exclusive club. Chief of police - case closed. Seriously? Marty’s discovery leads her to do the “right thing”, seek out the would-be murderer.

Lorne Turner needs a break, so when he's offered the job of security guard and handyman at an old rectory in the Lyn Valley he takes it. He thought he'd gain a little space and perspective. A little quiet from the noise in his head, from his demons, from his beast. Sadly, The Rectory doesn't provide the haven he needs. As the rain falls, waters rise, and old graves move. When the whispering of Exmoor’s dead turns into a scream, Lorne has to act.