At first we may not see any result at all. Even so we believe something is happening, and sooner or later we will see the first sign of healing appear. Our part is to be on the lookout for this improvement, however slight, and to return thanks to God. Detective Darek Blake thought the secrets of his past were long buried, but when a young girl is murdered in a familiar way, finding the killer will not only bring back memories he's repressed, but give him a golden opportunity to impress the FBI. So, when his partner, Special Agent Lizzy McNamara digs up evidence that's a little too close to home, he's shaken to the core.
The worst sin he's ever committed bubbles up, threatening to destroy his future. Being a suspect in a murder case never happens at a good time, but for Capricorn, Tad Halston, a recovering addict and former male escort who is on the verge of reclaiming his place as an in-demand male model, the timing couldn't be worse. With bodies piling up and more evidence pointing to him for the murders, the last thing he needs is a series of anonymous messages demanding he make the next kill for vengeance.
Can he murder the uncle who abused him and sent his life hurtling down this dark path, or will his sister become the real killer's next victim? For Tad, time is running out. Now that Darek Blake has hired Bay "The Slayer" Collins as his divorce attorney, he realizes the man's help will come at a much higher price. Becoming an informant was never part of the deal, but with new evidence hitting too close to home, Darek is left with no other choice.
With the killer targeting Darek's old friends, he has to decide which side is most important, his role as a detective, or his past as part of the Zodiac Society. Hannah Halston, Tad's sister, refuses to believe the official story that her brother went on a vengeful killing spree. She's doing her best to clear his name, which brings Darek's partner, Special Agent Lizzy McNamara, even closer to his criminal past. Meanwhile, whoever is targeting the Zodiacs has their sights on Logan Miller. His life is complicated enough already, with his struggling career and bitter relationship with an older woman, but when he meets Hannah Halston at her brother's funeral, lending a sympathetic shoulder turns into so much more.
He's determined to end things with the older woman until she tells him she's dying. Stuck between a rock and hard place, does he continue his relationship, or go where his heart tells him? Will the killer choose for him? Now, with the aid of a time capsule, the human race is once more populating the Earth, resurrecting a civilization and technologies lost centuries earlier.
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Working for Lucifer isn't all bad, until her ex-boyfriend escapes the bowels of Hell and she's forced to team up with a womanizing demon to fetch the jerk back. As a minion in Lucifer's legion, Remy's seen a lot of things, but nothing can prepare him for the witch with the acerbic tongue - and voluptuous figure. The more she pushes him away, the more determined he becomes to seduce her.
However, what's a poor demon to do when he accidentally falls in love and wants to keep her forever? Welcome to Hell where you're screwed if you do and damned if don't. And just so you know, Lucifer has a special spot reserved for you Genre: paranormal romance, fantasy romance, gothic, romantic comedy, alpha male, romantic adventure, urban fantasy, crazy heroine, hero knight, vampires, shapeshifters, demons, witches.
FBI Agent Brandon Fisher and his team jet off to California to try and prove the innocence of a fellow agent suspected of murder. What Brandon and the rest of the team need to figure out is whether Paige was at the wrong place at the wrong time or whether she took revenge into her own hands. As the FBI team works to vindicate Paige, the lines start to blur, and doubts enter in, but Brandon fears entertaining them for too long.
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Many enjoyable twists. When Bellamy McGuire is offered a summer job babysitting for the wealthy Baldwin family, she's reluctant to accept. After all, everyone in town knows about the mysterious happenings at the mansion on the hill—including the sudden disappearance of the Baldwin's eldest son, Tate. The former football star and golden boy of Wellhollow Springs became a hermit at the age of sixteen, and no one has seen or heard from him since.
Rumors abound as to why, with whisperings about a strange illness—one that causes deformity and turned him into a real-life monster. Bellamy wants to dismiss these rumors as gossip, but when she's told that if she takes the job, she must promise to never, ever visit the third floor of the mansion, she begins to wonder if there really is some dark truth hidden there. Tate's condition may not be the only secret being kept at Baldwin House. There are gaps in the family's financial history that don't add up, and surprising connections with unscrupulous characters.
At night there are strange noises, unexplained cold drafts, and the electricity cuts out. And then there are the rose petals on the staircase. The rose petals that no one but Bellamy seems to be able to see. The rose petals that form a trail leading right up to the 3 rd floor, past the portrait of a handsome young man, and down a dark hallway where she promised she would never, ever go….
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What she craves is a fresh start and to be accepted as ordinary, because for her, being different meant being cast out alone. When her family moves to a new school district, Sang infiltrates a group of boys, each nearly perfect in every way. Will her loyalty change when she's forced to remain in the dark, or will she accept that she's traded one house of secrets for another?
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The Academy, ever vigilant. When fights begin, Sang will uncover the true reason the boys traded in their private school lives for public ones. This year, Sang will no longer be invisible. This year, Sang is a target. The principal and vice principal are hot to take Sang down, and her own mother is determined to entrap Sang forever in her belief that the safest place to be is in the shadows. And they will sorely need it. The Academy, supremely influential.
Friends vs. The Academy boys vow it will be the last. They're determined to keep Sang safe, especially from her own family. Their solution: complete infiltration into her life. It takes more than blood to make a family and they want Sang in theirs. The Academy was the answer to their problems. Could it be hers? But Sang is never really alone. The Academy team has stepped in, promising to protect and care for her. The newfound freedom will have a higher price than any of them could have imagined. Principal Hendricks now wants to use Sang to exploit Academy secrets. McCoy has his own dark plans for her.
Enemies are closing in. Sang will need to believe in the boys, and the boys will need to trust her if they want to survive their rivals. And each other. The Academy, Relentless Trust. Zinnia Riddle doesn't use her witch powers much these days. She works as a clerk at the Wisteria Permits Department, where there hasn't been much need for spells and potions When a beloved coworker is found dead next to her desk, the whole office gets paranoid.
Is one of them a killer? Did the victim leave behind clues in the book she was writing? Is there a town-wide conspiracy, or is some lone serial predator on the loose? The police are always two steps behind the evil that's threatening the peaceful town. Now it's up to Zinnia Riddle and the witches in her coven to uncover the secrets hiding in plain sight. Will Zinnia's rusty magic hold up against a powerful enemy? I see this book is called City Hall 1. Where does this fit in? And who's Zinnia? Zinnia Riddle is the character you've come to know and love in the other books as Aunt Zinnia.
This is Zinnia's first book as the featured character. The events in Wolves of Wisteria take place in the months leading up to Zinnia's niece Zara arriving in Wisteria. You can think of this book as a prequel, or a spin-off, or the start of a mini-series. In this book, you'll find out about Zinnia's workplace and witch friends, plus there's a thrilling mystery to solve.
I haven't read any other Wisteria Witches books. Can I start here? Wolves of Wisteria can be read as a stand-alone novel without spoiling the other books if you decide to read them next. What's a witch cozy mystery? Witch cozies are similar to contemporary cozies in that they revolve around a mystery and feature an amateur or unconventional sleuth.
The tone is humorous and breezy with a few good thrills, too. It was on a Saturday morning. An invitation to dinner. A query about staffing or a case going to trial. This was a call to arms. A call to action. A call that marked something dreadful had happened. And raced. And even danced a little. Not with joy at the knowledge of a terrible and premature death.
But knowing he and the Chief and others would be on the trail again. Jean-Guy Beauvoir loved his job. But now, for the first time, he looked into the kitchen, and saw Annie standing in the doorway. Watching him. And he realized, with surprise, that he now loved something more. And just the two of us for now. Should she come? Just to organize the Scene of Crime team and leave?
Hope you remember how to do it. All the way from downtown? Beauvoir felt the world stop for a moment. Not much traffic. Gamache laughed. And he did, placing calls, issuing orders, organizing. Then he threw a few clothes into an overnight bag. Even for a woman who cherished reality, this was far too real. She laughed, and he was glad. At the door he stopped and lowered his case to the ground.
Once he was gone and she could no longer see the back of his car, Annie Gamache closed the door and held her hand to her chest. She wondered if this was how her mother had felt, for all those years. How her mother felt at that very moment. Was she too leaning against the door, having watched her heart leave? Having let it go. Then Annie walked over to the bookcases lining her living room. After a few minutes she found what she was looking for.
She and Jean-Guy would present them with their own white bibles, with their names and baptism dates inscribed. She looked at the thick first page. Sure enough, there was her name. And a date. But instead of a cross underneath her name her parents had drawn two little hearts. Copyright by Three Pines Creations, Inc. She could see shadows, shapes, like wraiths moving back and forth, back and forth across the frosted glass. Appearing and disappearing. Distorted, but still human. Still the dead one lay moaning.
The words had been going through her head all day, appearing and disappearing. A poem, half remembered. Words floating to the surface, then going under. The body of the poem beyond her grasp. The blurred figures at the far end of the long corridor seemed almost liquid, or smoke. There, but insubstantial. This was it. The end of the journey. How often had they come to the MAC to marvel at some new exhibition? To support a friend, a fellow artist? Or to just sit quietly in the middle of the sleek gallery, in the middle of a weekday, when the rest of the city was at work?
Art was their work. But it was more than that. It had to be. Otherwise, why put up with all those years of solitude? Of failure? Of silence from a baffled and even bemused art world? She and Peter had worked away, every day, in their small studios in their small village, leading their tiny lives.
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But still yearning for more. Clara took a few more steps down the long, long, white marble hallway. Her first dream as a child, her last dream that morning, almost fifty years later, was at the far end of the hard white hallway. He was by far the more successful artist, with his exquisite studies of life in close-up. So detailed, and so close that a piece of the natural world appeared distorted and abstract.
Peter took what was natural and made it appear unnatural. People ate it up. Thank God. It kept food on the table and the wolves, while constantly circling their little home in Three Pines, were kept from the door. Thanks to Peter and his art. Clara glanced at him walking slightly ahead of her, a smile on his handsome face. She knew most people, on first meeting them, never took her for his wife. Instead they assumed some slim executive with a white wine in her elegant hand was his mate. An example of natural selection.
Of like moving to like. The distinguished artist with the head of graying hair and noble features could not possibly have chosen the woman with the beer in her boxing glove hands. And the studio full of sculptures made out of old tractor parts and paintings of cabbages with wings.
Peter Morrow could not have chosen her. That would have been unnatural. Clara would have smiled had she not been fairly certain she was about to throw up. Oh, no no no, she thought again as she watched Peter march purposefully toward the closed door and the art wraiths waiting to pass judgment. On her. But mostly she wanted to turn and flee, to hide. To stumble back down the long, long, light-filled, art-filled, marble-filled hallway.
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And this is where it led. Someone had lied. She walked down this corridor. Composed and collected. Beautiful and slim. Witty and popular. Into the waiting arms of an adoring world. There was no terror. No nausea. No creatures glimpsed through the frosted glass, waiting to devour her. Dissect her. Diminish her, and her creations.
Had not told her something else might be waiting. Oh, no no no, thought Clara. What was the rest of the poem? Why did it elude her? Now, within feet of the end of her journey all she wanted to do was run away home to Three Pines. To open the wooden gate. To race up the path lined with apple trees in spring bloom.
To slam their front door shut behind her. To lean against it. To lock it. To press her body against it, and keep the world out. She realized she was holding her breath and wondered for how long. To make up for it she started breathing rapidly. Peter was talking but his voice was muffled, far away. Drowned out by the shrieking in her head, and the pounding in her chest.
And the noise building behind the doors. As they got closer. Clara opened her hand and dropped her purse. It fell with a plop to the floor, since it was all but empty, containing simply a breath mint and the tiny paint brush from the first paint-by-number set her grandmother had given her. Clara dropped to her knees, pretending to gather up invisible items and stuff them into her clutch.
She lowered her head, trying to catch her breath, and wondered if she was about to pass out. Clara stared from the purse on the gleaming marble floor to the man crouched across from her. He was kneeling beside her, watching, his kind eyes life preservers thrown to a drowning woman. She held them. His voice was calm. This was their own private crisis. Their own private rescue. Not missing her right away. Not noticing his wife was kneeling on the floor.
Seeing his silky blond hair, and the lines only visible very close up. More lines than a thirty-eight-year-old man should have. Go back home. The dew heavy under her rubber boots. The early roses and late peonies damp and fragrant. Not once had she imagined herself collapsed on the floor. In terror. Longing to leave. To go back to the garden. But Olivier was right.
Not yet. Oh, no no no. They were the only way home now. Clara laughed, and exhaled. And in that instant the body of the poem surfaced. The rest of it was revealed. I was much too far out all my life. From far off Armand Gamache could hear the sound of children playing. He knew where it was coming from. He sometimes liked to sit there and pretend the shouts and laughter came from his young grandchildren, Florence and Zora. He imagined his son Daniel and Roslyn were in the park, watching their children.
Or he and Reine-Marie would join them. And play catch, or conkers. But mostly he just listened to the shouts and shrieks and laughter of neighborhood children. And smiled. And relaxed. His wife, Reine-Marie, sat across from him on their balcony. She too had a cold beer on this unexpectedly warm day in mid-June. But her copy of La Presse was folded on the table and she stared into the distance. He was silent for a moment, watching her. Her hair was quite gray now, but then, so was his. He was glad. Like him, she was in her mid-fifties. And this was what a couple of that age looked like. If they were lucky.
Not like models. No one would mistake them for that. But that too would be a mistake. Books were everywhere in their large apartment. Placed in orderly bookcases. Just about every table had at least one book on it, and often several magazines. And the weekend newspapers were scattered on the coffee table in the living room, in front of the fireplace. The shelves were packed with case histories, with books on medicine and forensics, with tomes on Napoleonic and common law, fingerprinting, genetic coding, wounds and weapons.
But still, even among the death, space was made for books on philosophy and poetry. Not socially. Not academically. But he could never shake the suspicion he had gotten very, very lucky. Unless it was the extraordinary stroke of luck that she should also love him. Now she turned her blue eyes on him. It was five past five. Their son-in-law was half an hour late and Gamache glanced inside their apartment. He could just barely make out his daughter Annie sitting in the living room reading, and across from her was his second in command, Jean Guy Beauvoir.
Jean Guy and Annie were ignoring each other. Gamache smiled slightly. Gamache nodded and picked up the magazine, then he lowered it slowly. Reine-Marie hesitated then smiled. Armand raised his brow in surprise. Awkward, gawky, bossy. And now he was nearing forty and she was nearing thirty. A lawyer. Still awkward and gawky and bossy. She looked as though she was genuinely glad to see them. As though they were important.
Eyes shining. Only once. In the hospital. Fought through the pain and the dark to that foreign but gentle touch. That bird-like grip he would not have come back for. But this hand was large, and certain, and warm. And it invited him back. And then he knew why. Because she had nowhere else to be. No other hospital bed to sit beside. Because her father was dead. Killed by a gunman in the abandoned factory.
Beauvoir had seen it happen. Seen Gamache hit. Seen him lifted off his feet and fall to the concrete floor. And now Annie Gamache was holding his hand in the hospital, because the hand she really wanted to be holding was gone. Jean Guy Beauvoir had pried his eyes open and seen Annie Gamache looking so sad.
And his heart broke. Then he saw something else. No one had ever looked at him that way.
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With unconcealed and unbound joy. It was slightly citrony. Clean and fresh. Annie smelled like a lemon grove in summer. There were many humiliations waiting for him in the hospital. From bedpans and diapers to sponge baths. But none was more personal, more intimate, more of a betrayal than what his broken body did then.
And Annie saw. And Annie never mentioned it from that day to this. That was how it had felt. The shove. Very, very slowly Annie lowered her newspaper. And glared at him. And now he felt the words strike. Travel deep and explode. It was almost comforting, he realized. The pain. Your separation. As a lawyer you should know that. Then she nodded. It makes you think about your life.
Would you like to talk about it? Talk about Enid with Annie? All the petty sordid squabbles, the tiny slights, the scarring and scabbing. The thought revolted him and he must have shown it. He searched for something to say, some small bridge, a jetty back to her. The minutes stretched by, elongating. It was the first thing that popped into his hollow head, like the Magic Eight Ball, that when it stopped being shaken produced a single word. Still her face was expressionless. She raised the newspaper again.
The Canadian dollar was strong, he read from across the room. Winter potholes still unfixed, he read. An investigation into government corruption, he read. The newspaper slowly dropped. She was talking to him again. Her father was the bridge. Annie dropped her paper onto the table and glanced beyond Beauvoir to her parents talking quietly on the balcony. She was never going to be the most beautiful woman in the room.
That much was obvious even then. Annie was not fine-boned or delicate. She was more athletic than graceful. She cared about clothes, but she also cared about comfort. Opinionated, strong-willed, strong physically. With Enid he would never consider trying. And she would never offer. Annie Gamache had not only offered, but had fully expected to win.
Where other women, including Enid, were lovely, Annie Gamache was alive. Late, too late, Jean Guy Beauvoir had come to appreciate how very important it was, how very attractive it was, how very rare it was, to be fully alive. Annie looked back at Beauvoir. Beauvoir lowered his voice. Annie leaned forward. They were a couple of feet apart and Beauvoir could just smell her scent. It was all he could do not to take her hands in his. Seems like a cottage industry there. Despite himself, Beauvoir laughed. Beauvoir smiled and nodded. And then your father said it.
Annie smiled. I was the only kid in school who quoted Leigh Hunt. Gamache smiled as he heard the laughter from the living room. He cocked his head in their direction. Since his separation from Enid, Jean Guy had seemed distant. And his narrow drawbridge had been raised. Armand Gamache knew no good ever came from putting up walls. What people mistook for safety was in fact captivity.
And few things thrived in captivity. But privately he wondered.
He knew time could heal. But it could also do more damage. A forest fire, spread over time, would consume everything. Gamache, with one last look at the two younger people, continued his conversation with Reine-Marie. She considered for a moment. Gamache nodded and thought for a moment.
I suppose it might be awkward. In fact, it was said quietly and gently. Feelings he himself might not even be aware he had. A face now clean-shaven. No more moustache. No more graying beard. Just Armand. He looked at her with his deep brown eyes. And as she held them she could almost forget the scar above his left temple.
After a moment his smile faded and he nodded again, taking a deep breath. A natural setting. He so yearned for that, since his days were filled with hunting the unnatural. People who took the lives of others. Often in gruesome and dreadful ways. He was very good at his job. It was in all the papers. But he never mentioned that someone involved might still hate him.
We investigated and the evidence seemed overwhelming. All of it hidden in the bistro. We arrested Olivier. He was tried and convicted. Beauvoir nodded. Did someone else confess? You remember a few months ago, after that raid on the factory? When your father was recovering in Quebec City? Jean Guy nodded. Though he himself had no such doubts. He believed the right man was in prison. The real murderer. And the real reason for the killing.
Not since all this had happened. Gamache was quiet. Seeing the sun gleaming off snowbanks. Through the frosted panes of glass he could see the villagers gathered in the bistro. Warm and safe. The cheery fires lit. The laughter. And Olivier, stalled. Two feet from the closed door. Staring at it. Jean Guy had gone to open it, but Gamache had lain a gloved hand on his arm. For Olivier to make the move. After what seemed an age, but was probably only a few heartbeats, Olivier reached out, paused for one more moment, then opened the door.
But he knew that no matter how much ecstasy Reine-Marie imagined, the reality was even greater. The rest of the villagers were elated to see Olivier too. And it turned out that Olivier had used the stolen money to secretly buy up a lot of property in Three Pines.
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