When even the laws of physics let you down, the absurd, the ludicrous and the frankly impossible may be all you have left.
Dr Newton Barlow has everything a theoretical physicist could ask for – a glittering career both in the lab and on television, a beautiful wife, and best of all, the opportunity to promote his rock-solid certainty that supernatural and religious beliefs are nothing but complete and utter hokum.
But Barlow is about to take a tumble. Mired in accusations of fraud, incompetence and malpractice, Newton is cast out from the scientific establishment and ejected from the family home. With his life in tatters, he descends into a wine-sodden wilderness.
Then, after three lost years, Barlow is suddenly approached by his old mentor and fellow sceptic Dr Sixsmith with an extraordinary proposition, an offer that Newton simply cannot refuse. There’s just one small problem:
Dr Sixsmith is dead.
Thrown headlong into a new reality that simply shouldn’t exist, Dr Newton Barlow is about to come up against the best and the worst of human nature: tooled-up vicars, paper-pushing ancient Greeks, sinister property developers, a saucy rubber nun and possibly the most mean-spirited man ever to have walked the earth (twice).
From the dusty plains of Spain to the leafy vicarages of Hampshire, Dr Barlow will have to contradict everything he ever believed in if he wants to save this world – and the next.
Jaqie Shanahan’s roommate and best friend, Jeep McBain, wins the statue for best screenplay. And disappears.
Murdered? An accident? Fear of success? Whatever the reason, her fun-loving, womanizing, self-centered Jeep McBain vanishes without a trace—without even a good-bye.
One year later, Jaqie has a successful screenplay of her own, and finds a new best friend in Madrille Keiser, Hollywood’s biggest star. But without Jeep to share in her success, Jaqie realizes it’s time to take a break. Time to come to grips with the hard truth that Jeep is forever gone.
Turns out, she’s only half-right.
Jaqie, her dog, and her gecko sail away for a working vacation in the Caribbean. She and her little tribe anchor offshore and decide it’s a great day to take the dinghy and do some old-fashioned beachcombing for seashells—like the pictures in the brochure.
What they find is a dead guy in a great suit bobbing just shy of high tide, and a sort-of-dead guy in baggy shorts and a Hawaiian shirt chasing seagulls off the body.
Jeep McBain may not be alive and well in Puerto Rico, but his ghost is.
And he’s engaged.
“Jaqie, her name is Clarice. She’s real. Like me, real. We’re going to spend the rest of whatever this is,” he outlined his transparent torso, “together. We like all the same things. Plus, we were both bludgeoned to death. How great is that?”
But, first …
Jaqie must find out who murdered Jeep and the love of his afterlife so the happy couple can Move On.
Jaqie can convince the chief of police that she did not kill Jeep. That she can keep the killers from killing her. That she can get the job done without Madrille’s head of security, Paul Bracken, getting in her way and under her skin. Constantly. Paul with the sea-green eyes and hair that is way too long and far too unruly for former military.
None of which is listed in the brochure about seashells.
Have you ever helped your parents pack for a weeklong cruise?
No? I didn’t think so. So shut it.
So begins vacation for Summer Hartwell – twenty-six years old, living with her anxiety-ridden parents, and unwillingly booked by her brother on a weeklong cruise to Bermuda. Despite the nightmare of being trapped aboard a cruise ship with Mom and Dad, Summer sees a rare opportunity to fulfill The Prophecy – her mother’s declaration that she will live at home until she gets married. With two thousand passengers onboard, at least one of them must be husband material, right?
The only problem is Graham Blenderman – her brother’s best friend who is joining them for the week, in all of his tall, blonde, extroverted glory. Graham doesn’t believe Summer needs a husband in order to break free from her parents. He thinks she just needs a little bit of nerve. And to Summer’s introverted horror, he’s willing to spend the entire week proving that he’s right.
When the prime suspect’s girlfriend enlists Stella to help clear his name, she uncovers another shocking crime that could expose a handful of powerful insiders.
Who is honest, who can’t be trusted, and who committed the murders? Stella is on a tight deadline to find out. Can she help free an innocent man, or will the real culprit get away with murder?
She’s an intrepid cruiser, but wild rumors of marauding gangs of flesh-shredding giant Humboldt squid on a rampage in the Sea of Cortez could keep even Hetta tied to an expensive dock. However, when the opportunity for an intriguing and highly lucrative charter arises she talks her best friend, Jan, into signing on for a mysterious cruise.
Damn the calamari! Full bank account ahead!