One fateful Friday in October of the year 2000, at 6:52 PM, Cameron Morgan will kill his wife and bury the remains in the backyard. He's been doing it every night, for years. The problem isn't necessarily that Cameron keeps killing his wife. The problem is that his wife keeps coming back. Things are different this time. Over the course of a single weekend, Cameron and their three children are about to witness just how dangerous mommy dearest can be--and mommy will test the limits of how far a desperate father will go...

Kirkus Best Nonfiction Title of 2023 “Snyder shows us how to summon the courage to imagine in a cruel and dangerous world. A beautiful book.” -Patrick Radden Keefe, New York Times bestselling author of Rogues and Empire of Pain “A gorgeous memoir that parses the patriarchy with an endearing frankness as fierce as it is, astonishingly, forgiving.” -Beth Macy, New York Times bestselling author of Dopesick and Raising Lazarus For decades, journalist Rachel Louise Snyder has been a fierce advocate reporting on the darkest social issues that impact women's lives. Women We Buried, Women We Burned is her own story. When eight-year-old Rachel's mother died, her distraught father thrust the family into extreme evangelicalism. After a childhood marked by silent rage, teenage Rachel became outwardly furious. She was expelled from school and home at age sixteen. Living out of her car and relying on strangers, Rachel found herself masquerading as an adult, talking her way into college, and eventually traveling the globe. Survival became her reporter's beat. In places like India, Tibet, Niger, and Cambodia, she witnessed those who had been through the unimaginable choosing hope over despair. She returned to the States more appreciative of complexity, more generous, and open to the healing that would come from a most unexpected place.

From an Arthur Ellis Award–winning author, a mystery starring the Canadian investigator who “just plain charms the socks off anyone he meets” (Booklist). When truck driver Jack Dowden is killed in an accident while hauling toxic waste, his widow, Irma, suspects something fishy. Dowden wasn’t the type to be careless, and Irma has reason to believe that someone may have wanted him dead. Naturally, Benny Cooperman is the man she calls to take the case. It’s up to the affable detective to solve the mystery of Dowden’s death—before the situation proves hazardous to his health . . . “Benny, a private detective in fictional Grantham, Ontario, is a marvelous creation—a hardworking fellow whose innate bad luck just keeps leading him into the wrong cases. (Think Jim Rockford minus the proclivity for getting into fistfights.)” —Booklist “A warmly likable hero with an ironic sense of humor.” —Kirkus Reviews “Benny Cooperman is one of the most enjoyable private eyes in crime fiction.” —The Toronto Star Dead and Buried is the seventh book in the Benny Cooperman Mysteries, but you may enjoy reading the series in any order.

The highly anticipated start of the “masterful” (New York Journal of Books) romantic suspense series from the beloved nationally bestselling author of Ten Tiny Breaths. Left for dead in the fields of rural Oregon, a young woman defies all odds and survives—but she awakens with no idea who she is, or what happened to her. Refusing to answer to “Jane Doe” for another day, the woman renames herself “Water” for the tiny, hidden marking on her body—the only clue to her past. Taken in by old Ginny Fitzgerald, a crotchety but kind lady living on a nearby horse farm, Water slowly begins building a new life. But as she attempts to piece together the fleeting slivers of her memory, more questions emerge: Who is the next-door neighbor, quietly toiling under the hood of his Barracuda? Why won’t Ginny let him step foot on her property? And why does Water feel she recognizes him? Twenty-four-year-old Jesse Welles doesn’t know how long it will be before Water gets her memory back. For her sake, Jesse hopes the answer is never. He knows that she’ll stay so much safer—and happier—that way. And that’s why, as hard as it is, he needs to keep his distance. Because getting too close could flood her with realities better left buried. The trouble is, water always seems to find its way to the surface.

Private investigator Harry Carson,54, and Nick Parker,29, hit it off from the very first time they met in spite of the gap in their ages. Parker, a former PM in the army, needed a job. Carson doubled the size of his detective agency when he made him a partner, feeling good about being the younger man's mentor, mainly in professional matters and occasionally also about woman issues, something the more experienced older man should know more about. But, you're never too old to screw up. Nick Parker comes to work one morning and finds a message for his partner and mentor on the front porch. Carson's former lover is seated, back against the wall beside the front door, a bullet in her forehead and one in each knee. She was sexy and 30 younger than the 54 year old detective. She was also married to a mobster with a psychopathic father. From the beginning Carson knew their affair would not end well. Burying a dead body was just the beginning. Keywords: Murder, Affair, Adultery, Psychopath, Mafia, Kidnap, Justice, Bunglers, Detectives, Violence

'Mark is a wonderfully descriptive writer' Peter James Cumbria, 1967. Grieving the loss of her son, Cordelia Hemlock is in the village graveyard when lightning strikes a tomb, giving her a glimpse of a fresh corpse that doesn't belong among the crumbling bones. But when the body vanishes, the authorities refuse to believe her, a relative newcomer to rural and ancient Upper Denton. Cordelia persuades Felicity, her new friend from the village and the only other person to have seen the corpse, to join her unofficial investigation. But the other villagers don't take kindly to their interference. There are those who believe the village's secrets should remain buried . . . whatever the cost.

His lips told me he knew me. His hands touched like we were old lovers. His eyes held secrets of a past I'd never known. I was lost, you see. Lost as the flowers that grew in the meadow. The devil told me he knew me. But lies had a way of unraveling, even if we didn't want them to. The devil had a trick, for his love was full of acid. Acid that burned at every touch, every linger, and I let it scorch me to my core. A devil made you sin. And my devil was the worst. But now that devil wanted my last kiss, and it wasn't one I was willing to give. He could take the acid and leave the burn behind. I was keeping my heart even if I died trying.