We needed a break, a vacation from serial killers, decade-old revenge the team, the cousins, the world. We (he) decided to head to the cabin for a couple's retreat, just us surrounded by woods' peace and quiet. We'll have nothing to do but frolic like bunnies. And maybe, we'll untie a few loose ends.Teatime (I hate tea), a wee bit rainy (as in the worst of the monsoon over India)"I'm impressed, Pussycat."I jump at Christopher's voice. He looks about ready to pounce on...

DUETSecuring a job as a filing clerk on her detective boyfriend's investigation team was the easy part. So were his overprotective meddling, his attempt at getting her to quit or him firing her (as if you could, Big guy). Writing about dirty cops proved quite different than hunting a serial or two, though. What started as a casual love affair may be the end of her. Literally!Dreamy female writers should spend their days at the library, or so Chris James MacLaren, Chief homici...

As Chief homicide detective, Chris had his hands full leading his men. The job was no picnic, but his team ran like a well-oiled machine. Well, except for those incompetents Central has just dumped on him. With years on the force, Chris hadn't made friends with everyone, and someone at Central was making him pay times four. He was getting too old for the job. Thank God Patricia had abandoned her filing clerk stint. Although, knowing her, the damn woman would have had ideas on how to get ri...

When Patricia receives Martin's message, she forgets writing, book tours, boyfriends, townhouses, or her normal life, and heads straight back home. Home? Fifteen years elapsed since she left the country and yet, as soon as she crosses the border, she feels the melancholy she escaped from return. She arrives too late for Martin, though. A freak work accident the newspapers say. What are the odds of him falling to his death the same week he had called her? She long learned things were never ...

After her stint as a filing clerk, Patricia moved up in a world. Now (somewhat) happily employed in a big corporation, her life could return to its normal of writing, drinking, walking, and avoiding her recently ex-boyfriend cop. Moving in together? So much for casual! Perhaps she missed the infuriating man, maybe her new boss was a jerk, but damn it, she was not giving up on her brand-new ordinary life!Relationship hiatus aside, she didn't have one worry whatsoever. So what if some...

To help a friend, a relative of her ex, Patricia ends up playing hostess on a tacky show. To make matters worse, her cop boyfriend Christopher feels compelled to take her to his latest crime scene as a form of therapy. Couldn't she focus on her writing instead? Writing is the only constant in her life, after all. With no family but for a couple of odd friends whose past company gave her plenty of reasons to hate cops, she enjoys losing herself fin her characters' lives. Thus, setting up ho...

When the A-team discovers another body close to home, Chris does the unthinkable to protect the love of his life. He won't have her caught in the crossfire of decade-old revenge. But when she figures out all that's at stake, the damn woman retaliates in kind.Following Christopher's betrayal, Patricia disappears, but with the team under attack, her fight-or-flight reflex turns from a yoga retreat to a full-frontal confrontation. Christopher can keep his guns; words, hackers, theft, s...

Patricia agrees to a holiday trip to Scotland, Christopher's ancestral. The two of them alone, strolling the streets in between bouts of lovemaking."I know what I want for Christmas," he'd said. "You and a story written solely for me."So how do they end up in the MacLaren castle, mere hours after landing on Scottish ground, amongst his dysfunctional brood? And let's not forget the ghosts, old and new."A bath, some wine, and a massage were all I wished for, Big guy. Can...

Patricia returned to her filing clerk-receptionist position at Chief Officer Christopher James MacLaren's precinct to fill in for his sick secretary. Answering phones, fetching coffees, and admiring her cop of a boyfriend should be safe enough. Days at the desk and evenings writing a follow-up story of her female serial epic, life is grand. It was about time her PI character got a story of her own. The college-aged waitress murder would help her fictional character (not my alter ego as I o...

Chief Homicide Detective Chris MacLaren never took vacations before he met Patricia. But the damn woman ran off, again, leaving him by his lonesome to varnish a wood bench or go fishing. Since the countryside was never his thing, when an old flame lures him down memory lane, the missing person case soon turns into a murder.Forget work, the beach, dirty dead cops, and her infuriating cop of a boyfriend's overprotectiveness. Patricia wants to pretend the last weeks even happened and w...

Securing a job as a filing clerk on her detective boyfriend's investigation team was the easy part. So were his overprotective meddling, his attempt at getting her to quit or him firing her (as if you could, Big guy). Writing about dirty cops proved quite different than hunting a serial or two, though. What started as a casual love affair may be the end of her. Literally!Shy and dreamy female writers should spend their days at the library, or so Chris James MacLaren, Chief homicide ...

Book 6 in a series of chronological stand-alone plots:France 1899. Dr Watson and Countess Volodymyrovna are drawn into the world of fin de siècle Paris by a series of macabre murders, propelling them into the naturalistic horror plays of the Grand Guignol.Each horrific murder performed on stage is mysteriously and simultaneously re-enacted on the bohemian streets of Montmartre.Inspector Didier de Guise of the Sûreté Nationale enlists the help of our two sleuths when ...