Mackenzie—Mack—Owens was supposed to live out every millennial’s dream, but instead it turned into a nightmare. Inheriting a house and bookstore, she was going to leave the New York City rat race after getting fired from her job and start a new life on the coast of Cornwall, in England. No more fourteen-hour work days and rats the size of small toddlers. Hello turquoise waters, white sand beaches and cobblestone streets. Unfortunately, things don’t exactly go as planned. Not only does she have to share this new home with an eccentric grandmother she's never met, but when she opens the bookstore to find a dead body on the ground, the police immediately hone in on Mack and her grandmother as the prime suspects. This move wasn’t supposed to mean a life spent in prison making toilet wine. Instead of spending her days eating scones with jam and cream and selling books by the sea, she’s now got to work with her grandmother to find the killer and clear her own name. Sounds simple, right? Armed with nothing more than her wits and snarky attitude, Mack is about to find out that the charming coastal town has a secret dark side. And the aggravating private investigator with the sexy smile she keeps running into has something to hide, but what? As she gets closer to finding the killer, Mack realizes she’s next on the hit list. Will she get to the bottom of this case before she finds herself at the bottom of the sea?

An explosion in St. Albinus rocks more than just the town centre when the victim turns out to be someone from Maggie’s past. Mack pretty quickly decides the two of them have to find the killer, because the victim had a lot of skeletons in his closet—literally—and it’s going to take someone who was around back in the day to get to the bottom of this. Meanwhile, someone around town is spreading rumours about Mack, and she’s pretty sure she knows who’s behind them. And how come Aksel seems to magically be involved in every case Mack decides to investigate? As the case progresses, Mack discovers that some people will stop at nothing to let the past stay in the past, and that includes targeting the people she loves. Will she get to the bottom of the case without getting blown away herself?

When Mackenzie Owens started a book club in the small Cornwall town she now calls home, it was meant to be something to bring the community together. But that's a hard ask when someone drops dead on day one. With a body in the bookstore, Mack's reputation is going from floating in the toilet bowl to swirling down into the depths of the sewer. If she doesn't get to the bottom of this, and fast, there's no crawling out of there like the hot version of a Ninja Turtle Mack always wanted to be. Enlisting the help of Maggie and her friends, Mack is convinced she's going to solve this on her own. After all, what's another murder investigation, right? But it soon turns out that not everything is as it seems, and Mack quickly finds herself mired deep in Cornwall's criminal underbelly that has tried to stay hidden for so long. Discovering that it's not just her reputation at stake, it's also her life, will Mack get to the bottom of the case before it's too late?

There’s blood on the canvas, but it’s not exactly art… There are more than just paintings on display at the St. Albinus art festival as Mack shows up one morning to find a body propped up against one of the easels. And worse, a threatening message on the body indicates this might not be the killer's last victim. Deciding that solving this crime is her key to making a name for herself in town—for a good reason, for once—Mack immediately decides she’s going to figure out who killed the artist. But, she very quickly discovers that the victim had a lot more than watercolors on his palette. As Mack gets closer to finding the killer, she also uncovers some secrets Aksel was trying to keep hidden. With that Pandora’s box open, will things ever go back to how they were between them? And with the killer deciding Mack is getting too close to answers, will she survive long enough to find out who did it? Or is her body about to be the next masterpiece put on display?