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When the most hated man in Harmony Lake runs for mayor and turns up dead on election night, two of the people closest to me are suspects in his murder. But needling out the real culprit isn’t easy when everyone in town has a motive and an alibi. Someone has to dig deep into the lives of the residents of this tight-knit community and unravel their secrets. That someone is me. My name is Megan and I solve murders. People have a knack of dying where I happen to be, and evidence has a way of finding its way into my hands.

Building a business is hard enough. Entrepreneurship while dealing with a chronic illness or condition is even harder. Chronic Profit: Building Your Small Business While Managing Persistent Pain shares the story of how one entrepreneur sought freedom from cubicle life along with the flexibility to be a parent and a business owner, and learned to extend herself enough grace and compassion to excel in business while still taking care of herself.

I’m not a cop. I’m an almost-ex-wife and former full-time mom who works part-time at the local yarn store. The biggest mystery I’ve ever solved is finding a missing knitting needle tucked behind my ear after spending all morning looking for it. Someone in Harmony Lake is trying to stitch me up for murder. So, armed with everything I’ve learned from watching murder mysteries on TV, and a little help from my friends, it’s up to me to find the real killer

Agapanthus was kidnapped when she was only two years old, but she doesn't remember it. In fact, she doesn't remember her home planet at all. All she knows is Deeyae, the land of two suns; the land of great, red waters. Her foster-family cares for her, and at first that's enough. But, as she grows older, Agapanthus is bothered by the differences between them. As an Exchanger, she's frail and tall, not short and strong. And, even though she was raised Deeyan, she certainly isn't treated like one.

My name is Megan and it’s been three months since I’ve found a dead body. At first, the most recent death in our cozy little town had nothing to do with me. The police said the poor man had a heart attack and lost control of his car. Spoiler alert: It wasn’t a heart attack. It was murder. Why did it have to happen in front of my yarn store? And why do I keep discovering dead bodies like it’s a hobby? I’d ask a therapist, but it turns out it was the local therapist who wrapped his car around the lamp post in front of my store.

Karla Bell and I are not friends. We don’t even like each other. But when she gets tangled up in a murder investigation, I agree to help her stitch together the clues and find the real killer. I’m not doing it to help Karla. I’m doing it because if Karla goes down for a murder she didn’t commit, people I do care about will suffer, and the real killer will get away with murder. Karla isn’t easy to work with. She needles me with backhanded compliments and snarky wisecracks, until my patience is thinner than a strand of frayed yarn.