A nude woman collapsed on my doorstep. Someone I knew somehow. Of course, I carried her in and cared for her. Gave her shelter, clothes, and food to heal. In her normal form, she was one of the most powerful entities on this planet, in all known history. Harpy. But for now, she was simply human. And to regain her strength, she said she needed to make love with me. The weird part was the last time we met, she tried to kill me. And now I had...

Irish crime fiction, long present on international bestseller lists, has been knocking on the door of the academy for a decade. With a wide range of scholars addressing some of the most essential Irish detective writing, Guilt Rules All confirms that this genre has arrived. The essays collected here connect their immediate subjects-contemporary Irish crime writers-to Irish culture, literature, and history. Anchored in both canonical and emerging themes,...

Her club. Her rules. Except where magic came in. Then it was her way or the highway. And, all of her regulars knew not to cross that line. Vamps, psychics, shifters, they were all welcome. But, any serious spell-casting inside her club and they'd be worse than banned. They'd be extinguished. Her bouncers were the toughest anywhere. Even the ones that were no higher than your kneecap - or the ones you couldn't see. Dixie never used magic in her...

The old coven was destroyed and one witch remained, to rule them all. Her power was absolute, and it came from those she vanquished. The last rite to perform was the Dance - where all these powers and their personalities were unified into a single force. Without that core immersion, the powers and personalities would war with each other forever - inside her mind. This had only been attempted once in all known history. And failed, fragmenting all...

One too many. And, I couldn't remember last night, either. Both unlikely for a witch. But, my powers were still here. Well, sort of. And, that's all I remembered. Not my name, not how I got dressed (or un-dressed) like this. Or where I was. Helluva hangover, especially for a witch. The problem was that I didn't remember anything before I woke up. Nothing. No childhood, no witch training, nothing. Not even my own name. I'd been spelled but good. Now...

A fashion model in a skimpy outfit going to meet an arch criminal with advanced weaponry. What could go wrong? Well, about everything. But maybe not. Because I had only "borrowed" this body and her wardrobe to solve a mystery - and some crimes. I'd been chasing this person through his various crimes for decades now. Not knowing his organization, just his trail of "collateral damage" where people died. Where thefts of exotic equipment and materials...

"Detective John Penley and his new partner, Detective Paula Newberry, of the Sacramento Police Department are tasked with leading the investigation into a local serial killer who has dumped three bodies in the past six weeks-and all of them are missing their internal organs. But while pursuing a lead, the detectives stumble upon a personal message the killer left behind for Penley. And it's attached to a human kidney. How could the killer know Penley's...

"Detective Inspector Siobhan Clarke is investigating the death of a senior lawyer during a robbery. The case becomes more complex when a note is discovered, indicating that this may have been no random attack. When local gangster Big Ger Cafferty receives an identical message, Clarke decides that the recently retired John Rebus may be able to help. Together the two old adversaries might just stand a chance of saving Cafferty's skin. But a notorious...