As the new owner of the Coral Shores Veterinary Hospital, Dr. Emily Benton is in over her head. When she makes a house call at the home of her client, Mrs. Eliza Klein, she finds the woman's terrier, Elvis, in a state of distress and Mrs. Klein face down on the floor-dead. Emily immediately contacts her brother, Deputy Sheriff Duncan Benton, for help. The cause of death is later determined to be nicotine poisoning, triggering an official murder investigation. Who would want to kill a retired piano teacher best known for her animal charity work?

Libby Foster is an investigative journalist. When her dead-beat boyfriend steals her latest scoop, she quits her job at the Boston Gazette and moves back home to Black Ridge Cove, Maine. Her day only gets worse when a ghost runs right through her, she witnesses an explosion that may have been caused by her mystical BFFs, and there is one too many bodies in the casket at the memorial for a founding family member of the coastal small town. Nobody seems to know how 'that guy' got in there, only that he has been murdered. 

There's a murderer on the loose on a storm swept island cut off from the Scottish mainland. It's down to Losers Club, a quirky weight loss group led by the intrepid Penny Moon, to catch the culprit.

When a crime-stopper senior citizen starts to act oddly, a new business sells fake products, and the New Year’s Eve fireworks display disappears, Mayor Cora Mae Bingham and the Spicetown Police Chief Conrad Harris have to get involved. 

Aunt Bessie assumes that she'll have the beach all to herself on a cold, wet, and windy March morning just after sunrise, then she stumbles (almost literally) over a dead body. Aunt Bessie assumes that the dead man died of natural causes, then the police find the knife in his chest. Try as she might, Bessie just can't find anything to like about the young widow that she provides tea and sympathy to in the immediate aftermath of finding the body. There isn't much to like about the rest of the victim's family either.

A wedding planner for the rich and famous, Felicity Philips is aiming to land the biggest gig of her life–the next royal wedding. But there are a few obstacles in her way.... Between murderous bridezillas, psychotic mothers-in-law, vengeful dress designers, jealous ex-lovers, and more, Felicity has her work cut out just making it to the big day.

Twenty-eight-year-old widow Ricki James leaves Los Angeles to start a new life in New Orleans after her showboating actor husband perishes doing a stupid internet stunt. The Big Easy is where she was born and adopted by the NICU nurse who cared for her after Ricki’s teen mother disappeared from the hospital. Ricki’s dream comes true when she joins the quirky staff of Bon Vee Culinary House Museum, the spectacular former Garden District home of late bon vivant Genevieve “Vee” Charbonnet, the city’s legendary restauranteur. 

Callie Cassidy is no stranger to dead bodies. Two decades as a photojournalist on a big-city newspaper landed her face to face with so many of them that her colleagues dubbed her Queen of the Dead. Now, Callie believes her days of hanging out with cadavers are behind her. With her lovable golden retriever Woody in tow, she has returned in disgrace to Rock Creek Village, Colorado, where she licks her wounds in a cabin on her parents’ Rocky Mountain ski resort property.

Ivy Galloway doesn’t know how desperate she is to escape the big city and her soul-sucking corporate career until she meets a sheepdog also in need of rescue. Ivy has downsized so much staff that her boss calls her “the grim reaper” of HR, but it’s the only job she’s known. It would take something huge to make her leave that behind.

As if baking holiday cookies, knitting a sweater for her husband, and making her daughter’s angel costume for the church pageant weren’t enough things for Lucy Stone’s busy Christmas schedule, she’s also working nights at the famous mail-order company Country Cousins. But when she discovers Sam Miller, its very wealthy founder, dead in his car from an apparent suicide, the sleuth in her knows something just doesn’t smell right.