A nude woman collapsed on my doorstep. Someone I knew somehow. Of course, I carried her in and cared for her. Gave her shelter, clothes, and food to heal. In her normal form, she was one of the most powerful entities on this planet, in all known history. Harpy. But for now, she was simply human. And to regain her strength, she said she needed to make love with me. The weird part was the last time we met, she tried to kill me. And now I had...

Irish crime fiction, long present on international bestseller lists, has been knocking on the door of the academy for a decade. With a wide range of scholars addressing some of the most essential Irish detective writing, Guilt Rules All confirms that this genre has arrived. The essays collected here connect their immediate subjects-contemporary Irish crime writers-to Irish culture, literature, and history. Anchored in both canonical and emerging themes,...

When I woke up this morning, I felt like falling in love. Something had happened in my dreams, while I was sleeping. I'd only gotten away from my spell-protected farm for a little bit. Just going to find some wild fruit in season, and maybe to pick a bouquet of wild flowers to brighten up my farm house. And then I found a tiny oasis of green ferns and blue flowers that was growing in the deep footprint of the troll I'd recently vanquished. Stepping...

The old coven was destroyed and one witch remained, to rule them all. Her power was absolute, and it came from those she vanquished. The last rite to perform was the Dance - where all these powers and their personalities were unified into a single force. Without that core immersion, the powers and personalities would war with each other forever - inside her mind. This had only been attempted once in all known history. And failed, fragmenting all...

One too many. And, I couldn't remember last night, either. Both unlikely for a witch. But, my powers were still here. Well, sort of. And, that's all I remembered. Not my name, not how I got dressed (or un-dressed) like this. Or where I was. Helluva hangover, especially for a witch. The problem was that I didn't remember anything before I woke up. Nothing. No childhood, no witch training, nothing. Not even my own name. I'd been spelled but good. Now...

"Another stellar entry in an outstanding series that deserves wider recognition: the family focus and rural North Carolina setting make it a natural for Margaret Maron fans." -Booklist STARRED review The night before a funeral that will thrust the mountain town of Gainesboro, North Carolina, into the national spotlight, the body is stolen from the embalming room and funeral director Barry Clayton is knocked unconscious. Ouch. How will Clayton & Clayton...

Small-town sleuths Brandy and Vivian Borne--with their trusty shih tzu, Sushi--head for a Big Apple comics convention to sell a rare 1940s Superman drawing. When an intruder breaks into their hotel suite, their madcap Manhattan misadventure is only beginning. Soon the out-of-towners stumble onto a murder victim impaled by a pen-shaped award. Villains abound--from cartoonists to crime bosses--creating a jumble of clues. Brandy and Vivian will leave...