Keaton Rutledge by Abby Collette

My name is Keaton Rutledge and I am a twin. I didn’t always know I was a twin. I know that may sound strange. Especially since I am trained as a reference librarian. Those people usually know how to access information. But my twin, Koby, and I were abandoned by our...

Mabel Havelock by Joan Havelange

I must tell you that moving a dead body is not as easy as they show on TV. Let me explain my dilemma. My name is Mabel Havelock. I’m on a bus tour of the Nordic capitals of Europe with my best friend, Violet Ficher. We are retired nurses; Violet is a bit on the OCD...

Phyllida Bright by Colleen Cambridge

A day in my life starts not quite as early as one might think. After all, since I’m the housekeeper for the spacious Mallowan Hall in Devon, England, and I employ only superior staff, I have no need to rise before half seven. Of course, the kitchen maids, the...

Misty Murphy by Diane Kelly

Hi, folks. I’m Misty Murphy, the innkeeper of the Mountaintop Lodge in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. I bought the lodge just recently, on the same day I turned fifty and sent the youngest of my two children off to college at the University of...

Ana Callahan by Liz Boeger

My typical workday starts when I creep onto campus under the cover of darkness just to get a thing or two done before the daily whirlwind kicks in. But that doesn’t stop the interlopers from interrupting my first sip of coffee from the office pot. Hot, half and half,...

Susanna Ryerson by L.C. Blackwell

Peter Dumas was standing in the guest conference room staring out the window at the Drake Hotel entrance, catacorner from the Knickerbocker. He was wearing jeans. Pressed jeans. Holey jeans, with tattered tears and well-worn knees. On his feet? Purple cowboy boots...