Murder at a book club. Deception in the desert. A real estate search gone terribly wrong.Join Olivia Hutchinson—better known as Hutch—in three episodes of her monthly series, combined together at one low price!

Olivia Hutchinson is back in the second installment of her monthly series! It's only a few days before Thanksgiving, and Hutch's life is falling to pieces. She can't follow a recipe to save her life. Her strip club has burned to the ground and the police suspect foul play. And when someone tries to put a bullet through her head, Hutch realizes that she has to figure out who is trying to kill her before it's too late. Cover by Littera Cover Designs

Angela Talbott is dead, so she should be resting in peace. Problem is, demons from Hell are invading Heaven, and Angela is the only one who can put a stop to it. But with nothing but an infant and a set of arguing (but hot) twins at her side, will she be able to save all that is good and right?

Three novellas for one low price!Meet Olivia Hutchinson—better known as Hutch—in the first three novellas in her monthly series!A dead male stripper. A case of arson…and attempted murder. A crazed serial killer. Join Hutch as she tries to solve all these mysteries surrounding her…and stay alive!Novellas in this volume include:For Anyone to SeeBest Served ColdDeck the Halls

Angela Talbott is dead, so she should be resting in peace. Problem is, demons from Hell are invading Heaven, and Angela is the only one who can put a stop to it. But with nothing but an infant and a set of arguing (but hot) twins at her side, will she be able to save all that is good and right?

Angela Talbott is dead. And she just realized that heaven isn’t eternal bliss and golden halos and discussions about cream cheese—it’s work. Hard work. Angela has been dead for three days, and she’s already been given a job—solving her own murder, which is turning out to be tougher than she ever would have thought. Being dead makes her invisible to the living, but it sure doesn’t make her Sherlock Holmes. And the suspects are piling up—her boyfriend, her anal-retentive co-worker, a homele...

My name is Olivia Hutchinson, but you can call me Hutch. I’m the owner of an all male strip club—I mean, I USED to own a strip club, but it burned to the ground. So until my business is rebuilt, I’m trying to find things to fill my time.But a book club has never been exactly my idea of fun—until a woman is murdered at one of the meetings, and my mother becomes the prime suspect.And suddenly, reading has become a helluva lot more dangerous.

My name is Olivia Hutchinson, but you can call me Hutch. It’s almost Valentine’s Day, and I’m going on a romantic vacation with my boyfriend…to the desert. Where the cockroaches are abundant, the ugly men are everywhere, and the clouds are hiding the sun.What more could I want out of a vacation?And when my mother crashes our vacation and brings along her suspicious new boyfriend, things only go from bad to worse.

Dear Reader,As a writer, I typically work on several different projects at once, jumping from one to the next like a honeybee sipping from a series of blooms. Not long ago, I decided to take a look at everything I was working on, and I found myself surprised at the variety. Short stories, half-completed novels, poetry. Dribs and drabs of everything, you might say. I thought it was fascinating, to see these projects in all their varied forms, and although some of them were still hal...

My name is Olivia Hutchinson, but you can call me Hutch.  I’m the owner of an all male strip club—I mean, I USED to own an all male strip club, before it burned to the ground.  Luckily, my dancers were offered a gig entertaining the women at a ski resort, which seems like it would be an easy enough job, but I’m having one issue after another: First, all the hot young men in town think I’m a cougar.  I’m not THAT old, people. Second, the town’s chief of pol...

My name is Olivia Hutchinson, but you can call me Hutch. I’m the owner of an all male strip club, and after a bizarre six months, my life is finally returning to normal.Well, as normal as it ever gets for me.I’m shopping for my first home, but when I stumble across something that’s been left behind by a previous owner, I realize how exciting—and terrifying—house hunting can be…

My name is Olivia Hutchinson, but you can call me Hutch. I’m the owner of a fine establishment called For Anyone to See, which just happens to be an all male strip club. And if stories about strippers and murder and crime and sex make you squirmy, you should probably stop reading. Right now. I mean it. Just close up this book and go find something more wholesome to read.But if you do decide to stick around, I think we’ll have a good time. Actually, our good time will have to wait u...