From New York Times Bestselling Author, HP Mallory (co-author of the bestselling Haven Hollow series), comes a brand new paranormal women’s fiction mystery series! London, 1880 I’ve returned to London with my proverbial tail between my legs. After the death of my beloved husband, I took my broken heart and retreated to Paris, where I’ve been living for the last year. But finally deciding I need to face the ghosts of my past, I’ve returned. And now find myself sitting in a jail cell in Scotland Yard, the precinct of the London police. I’ve been accused of stealing a diamond necklace. Really, there’s no mystery there—I’m guilty and I’ve admitted as much. But I’m only guilty of taking back something which was already mine to begin with. I can only hope Inspector Grant Stirling, a man as unfriendly as he is tall, dark and handsome, will believe me when I tell him he’s punishing the wrong person. I’m not sure if it makes matters better or worse that my deceased husband, Patrick, was not only Inspector Stirling’s closest friend, but also his supervisor. Regardless, Patrick has returned from the dead to help me clear my name... The last thing I expected to see is the beautiful widow Fairfax sitting in one of my holding cells. Fiery, independent and determined, I can understand what drew Patrick to her. She’s also an American heiress to a vast fortune, something which calls into question exactly why she’d steal a necklace. I want to believe she isn’t guilty and I feel it my personal responsibility to make sure the reputation of my closest friend’s widow isn’t soiled. Yet I can’t help but wonder if Philippa isn’t all she seems and, furthermore, if she had something to do with Patrick’s death. Too bad (perhaps for both of us) that I need her help to gain entrance into the upper echelons of society, where a much bigger mystery is just taking shape… Click BUY NOW or READ FOR FREE to begin the MIDLIFE MYSTERIES series today!

London, 1880 All of London is abuzz about the newest Poison Pen Letters. These letters, written anonymously, are plaguing the upper classes and include highly personal and damning information that could ruin numerous reputations. And guess who happens to be investigating them? The highly irritable Inspector Grant Stirling. Just as ornery and difficult as he’s always been, it seems I can’t stop crossing paths with the cantankerous man. When my closest friend, Lady Caroline Ashmore, receives her own detestable letter with allegations that are too lewd for respectable eyes, I decide to get involved. And find myself butting heads with Inspector Grumpy. As if that weren’t frustrating enough, enter the enigma known as William Spencer—a man who just might prove to be the Ace in my sleeve where this investigation is concerned... Philippa Fairfax is going to send me to an early grave. The woman is nosy, determined, stubborn and quite like the vermin problem in London, she’s impossible to get rid of. And yet… there’s something about her that’s causing me to get hot underneath my collar—and not just with anger. Confident, brazen, independent and undeniably beautiful, I can’t keep the blasted woman out of my investigations or out of my mind. And I’m not certain which is worse…

London, 1880 As if it weren’t difficult enough to solve the mystery of these blasted Poison Pen Letters that continue to plague the London elite, I’m also trying to solve the mystery of my own paranormal powers. Abilities I’m starting to believe might be more a curse than a blessing. But when I seek out the guidance of Madame Dubois, a skilled medium who should be able to part the veil, things don’t exactly go as planned. With the question of my paranormal curse or gift still unresolved, I put all my focus into disrobing the author of the Poison Pen Letters by… throwing my own ball! Convinced this is the only way to catch the troublesome author (by setting my own trap), I find myself caught between the attentions of two the surly Inspector Stirling and the scoundrel, William Spencer. It’s growing more and more difficult to think of each man purely platonically when they begin awakening feelings inside me that I thought dead and buried with my dearly departed husband… Philippa Fairfax is the most troublesome woman in all of London. And I can’t bloody well get her out of my mind. Or out of my investigation into the Poison Pen Letters. The case takes a turn for the personal when Philippa receives her own letter, warning her to keep her nose out of the investigation or suffer the consequences. While the woman would drive any poor bastard to drink, her safety is now my primary concern. And I will make damn sure no one harms a hair on her head…

London, 1880 I haven’t seen Inspector Stirling for weeks… at his insistence, not mine. But when Spencer and I stumble across the most bizarre of gardens situated right in the middle of Highgate Cemetery and then very nearly get trapped within it? Well, the inspector is the first person who needs to know about it! The only problem is the blasted man won’t listen to me! And when I insist that his most recent missing person case is tied to this very strange garden? As always, he refuses to allow me to get involved. But if there’s one thing I don’t enjoy doing, it’s taking ‘no’ for an answer… There are very few things in life that bring me much pleasure. Truly, I’m always looking for that next adventure, the next daring escapade that might bring me the excitement I so desire. So when my little Pip and I come across a ghostly garden hidden in London’s foremost graveyard, well my interest is certainly piqued. While the garden is the newest of mysteries for the two of us to solve, there is nothing quite like the mystery of this beguiling woman’s heart. And that is the one adventure above all others that thrills me to my very core.