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Preparing the empty house for another viewing, she knows she’s taking a risk showing it at night. She never told anyone she was here, but she desperately needs this sale. If she pulls it off, she can finally give her daughter the life she deserves. But as she climbs the stairs, goosebumps spread down her arms. She’s not alone…

When Detective Amanda Steele is called to the brutal murder scene of successful local author Felicity Kelley, her blood runs cold. Because Amanda not only knew the victim, but was the last person Felicity called moments before she was murdered. Plagued with guilt that she never answered, Amanda is left wondering whether she could have prevented the murder and vows to catch the killer, no matter what.

When Detective Amanda Steele’s niece, Ava, begs her to look for a missing schoolfriend, she immediately agrees to take on the case. Eighteen-year-old Reese left home three nights ago after fighting with her mother and hasn’t been seen since. But when the teenager’s body is discovered brutally murdered, poised dramatically at the prom venue, Amanda is devastated she didn’t save the girl in time.

A late-night drive leaves Detective Madison Knight stranded on a dark country road. When her phone’s flashlight catches a suitcase dumped in a roadside ditch, she makes a discovery she won’t forget. Inside is the body of a young woman. Tara Jackson was only twenty-one when she was stabbed to death and stuffed into the luggage. As Madison investigates, troubling secrets surface. Then another body is found—another young woman. Same age. Same look. The resemblance isn’t coincidence. It’s selection.

What does a free-spirited, 50-something professional do when she breaks up with her non-committal boyfriend and longs for a life partner? She challenges herself to go on 50 first dates, promises herself steamy sex along the way, and voila, finding Mr. Right becomes a sexy dating project!

Sara Cain isn't your typical 32-year-old woman. Murder detective by day, writer and…sleuth by night? Just as long as there’s enough coffee to keep her going.

When a dog walker in a local Virginia park finds the bodies of a mother and daughter, Detective Amanda Steele is first on the scene. Her own daughter has a toy just like the girl’s elephant and seeing the child like this is her worst nightmare come true. Heartbroken, she vows to get justice.

Detective Madison Knight responds to a fatal shooting at a crowded train station. Two women are dead. The gunman is gone. And there’s no clear motive—only chaos and unanswered questions. Witnesses report a third woman at the scene. Young. Agitated. And she fled before police arrived. Madison knows she’s the key to everything.

When Detective Amanda Steele unexpectedly reconnects with an old boyfriend, the last thing she expects to see lying on his bed is the dead body of his wife, Claire, who walked out on him four years ago. Logan begs Amanda to believe he’s innocent. But she doesn’t miss the gun on a nearby table, and she’s torn when forensics reveal that not only was this the murder weapon, but Logan’s fingerprints are all over it.... Could he have been framed? Or is he using his connection to Amanda to get away with murder?

Detective Madison Knight is house hunting when a call changes everything. A woman’s body has been found on a residential property—stabbed multiple times, with no weapon in sight. The victim is a Jane Doe. The crime scene offers a single clue: two letters scrawled in blood across the floorboards. GB.

A high-profile double homicide pulls Detective Madison Knight into direct conflict with her own department. Both victims are found dead inside the home of a powerful businessman—his wife, and an unidentified man quickly dismissed as a problem no one wants examined. From the start, Madison is ordered to keep the investigation quiet. Protect the family. Protect the department. Ask no questions. Madison refuses.

When beautiful wife and mother Alicia Gordon is found dead in a remote woodland cabin, Detective Amanda Steele is shocked to discover that she knows the husband. Amanda hasn’t spoken to Tony since she lost the love of her own life seven years ago, and seeing tragedy tearing her old friend’s family apart brings back so many painful memories. Alicia was alone when she died, but she was so young, and Amanda can’t help feeling suspicious. Then she discovers that Alicia’s sleep medication had been tampered with, slowly poisoning her over several days.

Officer Barry Weir is shot and killed in the line of duty, sending shockwaves through the Stiles Police Department. Detective Madison Knight feels the loss as deeply as anyone—Weir was one of their own. What first appears to be a drive-by shooting quickly unravels. Witnesses contradict each other. Motives blur. And with every lead Madison follows, the danger intensifies.

When hikers find the body of a beautiful, young girl, on the banks of the Potomac River, Detective Amanda Steele is shaken and confused. What is the significance of the delicate flower resting on the girl’s torso? A sign of affection, or a twisted killer’s calling card? A long night hunting through cold cases gives her a possible lead: Twenty years ago, another local girl was murdered, with a red rose left on her body. Focused on the past, the last thing Amanda expects is the news that another girl has been found dead, another black orchid left behind.

When a sixty-eight-year-old woman is found dead outside a hospital, slumped in a wheelchair, Detective Madison Knight expects a straightforward case. At first glance, there’s no sign of foul play. But the evidence tells a different story. What appears to be an accident is murder. And when two more bodies surface, Madison realizes the deaths aren’t random—they’re connected and deliberate.

My name is Erin Stone. I’m 43, with a daughter away at college and a successful career as a communications officer with the 911 dispatch center for the Toronto Police Service. My life had just returned to a new normal after my divorce and everything was going smoothly. Then, boom! I dreamed of a plane crash - only it wasn’t just a dream. The crash happened in real life. A vision, plain and simple. Not exactly. My family certainly wouldn’t understand. And me…psychic? I’d dabbled in new-age spirituality in the past, but never plunged into the deep end.

Her breath hitches, and her stomach lurches, tossing up bile into the back of her throat. The man holds the revolver to her head and says, “Let’s play a little game”. She closes her eyes with each pull of the trigger, almost praying for a bullet. They told her if the gun doesn’t kill her, they’d take their time...The recent murder of a defense attorney has Detective Madison Knight fueled to find justice for him and a lawyer who was killed eight years ago. She’d never solved that crime, but she’s always had a strong suspicion who was behind the murder.

The bodies of a husband and wife are found in a patch of woods in small-town, rural Arkansas by a neighboring farmer. They were shot with an arrow, gutted, and left to bleed out. The killer also removed their eyes and replaced them with large cat’s-eye marbles. The murder method and signature are too bizarre to point toward an isolated incident, and FBI Special Agent Brandon Fisher recognizes this right away. His boss with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, Supervisory Special Agent Jack Harper, confirms that he’s crossed paths with this killer several years ago.

When the bodies of a local family are discovered on a quiet street in the small town of Dumfries, Virginia, Detective Amanda Steele takes charge of the case. Brett and Angela Parker were shot three times each, leaving no hope of survival, and their tidy suburban home has been ransacked. But there is no sign of their beloved six-year-old, Zoe.

The beat of the music was thumping and vibrating in her skull. It was getting harder to walk straight, and he offered to take her back to her room. She should have said no. When she woke up, she didn’t remember much. All she knew was that her life would never be the same again. Ferris Hall was mutilated and left to bleed to death in his Valencia, California, motel room.