“Chance’s fun sequel to 2015’s Come Hell or Highball . . . an abundance of action. P.G. Wodehouse fans will find a lot to like.” —Publishers Weekly After her philandering husband died and left her penniless in Prohibition-era New York, Lola Woodby escaped with her Swedish cook to the only place she could—her deceased husband’s secret love nest in the middle of Manhattan. Her only comforts were chocolate cake, dime store detective novels, and the occasional highball (okay, maybe not so occasional). But rent came due and Lola and Berta were forced to accept the first job that came their way, leading them to set up shop as private detectives operating out of Alfie’s cramped love nest. Now Lola and Berta are in danger of losing the business they’ve barely gotten off the ground—work is sparse and money is running out. So when a society matron offers them a job, they take it—even if it means sneaking into a slimming and exercise facility and consuming only water and health food until they can steal a diary from Grace Whiddle, a resident at the “health farm.” But barely a day in, Grace and her diary escape from the facility—and Grace’s future mother-in-law is found murdered on the premises. Lola and Berta are promptly fired. But before they can climb into Lola’s brown and white Duesenberg Model A and whiz off the health farm property, they find themselves with a new client and a new charge: to solve the murder of Grace’s future mother-in-law. Teetotaled, Maia Chance’s sparkling new installment in the Discreet Retrieval Agency Mysteries will delight readers with its clever plotting, larger-than-life characters, and rich 1920s atmosphere.

“Eat, Pray, Love” Meets “When You Look Like Your Passport Photo, It’s Time to Go Home” Travel! Adventure! Romance! What could possibly go wrong? It’s 1972 when free-spirited “good girl,” Fay, takes off on a 3-year journey around the U.S. and Europe in search of adventure. She soon finds navigating her way through The Real World will take a skill set her Sunday school teacher never taught her. Bravely facing all manor of revenge plagues rained down upon from The Almighty—she is breaking The Rules, after all—Fay must learn to recalibrate her conservative group-think or abandon her road-trip-as-a-lifestyle existence and retreat to the soul-crushing community from which she escaped. Part historical snapshot, part travelogue and part confessional, this laugh-out-loud memoir is the story of every woman who has pondered the road not taken or grappled with the guilt of not being able to live up to rules she didn't even make.

When did we lose our right to be lazy, unhealthy, and politically incorrect? Move over Big Brother! An insidious new group has inserted itself into American politics. They are the nannies—not the stroller-pushing set but an invasive band of do-gooders who are subtly and steadily stripping us of our liberties, robbing us of the inalienable right to make our own decisions, and turning America into a nation of children. As you read this, countless busybodies across the nation are rolling up their sleeves to do the work of straightening out your life. Certain Massachusetts towns have banned school-yard tag. San Francisco has passed laws regulating the amount of water you should use in dog bowls. The mayor of New York City has french fries and doughnuts in his sights. In some parts of California, smoking is prohibited . . . outside. The government, under pressure from the nanny minority, is twisting the public’s arm into obedience. Playground police, food fascists, anti-porn crusaders —whether they're legislating morality or wellbeing—nannies are popping up all over America. In the name of health, safety, decency, and—shudder—good intentions, these ever-vigilant politicians and social activists are dictating what we eat, where we smoke, what we watch and read, and whom we marry. Why do bureaucrats think they know what's better for us than we do? And are they selectively legislating in the name of political expediency? For instance, why do we ban mini-motorbikes, responsible for five deaths each year, and not skiing, which accounts for fifty deaths each year? Why is medical marijuana, a substance yet to claim a single life, banned and not aspirin, which accounts for about 7,600 deaths? Exhaustively researched, sharply observed, and refreshingly lucid, Nanny Sate looks at the myriad ways we are turning the United States into a soulless and staid nation—eroding not only our personal freedoms but our national character.

A WASHINGTON POST NOTABLE BOOK OF THE YEAR • The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune keep hitting beleaguered English professor Jason Fitger right between the eyes in this hilarious and eagerly awaited sequel to the cult classic of anhedonic academe, the Thurber Prize-winning Dear Committee Members. Once more into the breach... Now is the fall of his discontent, as Jason Fitger, newly appointed chair of the English Department of Payne University, takes arms against a sea of troubles, personal and institutional. His ex-wife is sleeping with the dean who must approve whatever modest initiatives he undertakes. The fearsome department secretary Fran clearly runs the show (when not taking in rescue parrots and dogs) and holds plenty of secrets she's not sharing. The lavishly funded Econ Department keeps siphoning off English's meager resources and has taken aim at its remaining office space. And Fitger's attempt to get a mossbacked and antediluvian Shakespeare scholar to retire backfires spectacularly when the press concludes that the Bard is being kicked to the curricular curb. Lord, what fools these mortals be! Julie Schumacher proves the point and makes the most of it in this delicious romp of satire.

“Don’t let the Tipsy Texan’s clever nickname fool you: Here’s a man who seriously understands the art and the lore of the cocktail.” —Rebecca Rather, author of The Pastry Queen From the man at the forefront of Texas mixology, get recipes for Big & Boozy drinks for when hearty, spirit-forward cocktails are the order; Light, Bright, and Refreshing cocktails that will get you through those long, hot summers; and Sweet, Creamy, and Desserty cocktails that will satisfy the sweet tooth. A section on techniques reveals tricks of the trade, with each recipe accompanied by ingredient notes for anything that’s out of the ordinary or must be house-made. Recipes include the author's own creations as well as classics with local and regional twists, such as the Old Austin, a Texas update on the Old Fashioned sweetened with toasted pecan syrup. The Peach Tom Collins is a simple variation on the classic that tastes like Hill Country in a glass. The Harvest Punch showcases local rum, seasonal spices, and fresh pressed apple cider. A bowl of Absinthe Eggnog or a Golden Sleigh, an eggnog variation on the old Golden Cadillac, bring extra cheer to the holidays. Succulent red grapefruits—the crown jewels of Texas’s indigenous cocktail ingredients from the Rio Grande valley—figure prominently here. You’ll also meet the bartenders who ushered in the Texas cocktail revival; see the places where they ply their trade; and read about the distillers who’ve put Texas on the national craft distilling map—and all the wonderful cocktails that Texas bartenders (and bar patrons!) have devised in which to use these homegrown spirits. You’ll even join a tour of the gardens and farmers’ markets that give Texans an incredible year-round assortment of fruits and vegetables, ripe for the picking—and ripe for the drinking. “Thanks to his truly delicious book, we can all mix up our own tastes of David’s Texas—from Austin loquats to Hill Country peaches, blended with the state’s finest artisan liquors. Cheers!” —Jim Hightower, New York Times-bestselling author of Swim Against the Current Includes color photos

Includes two essays by Alexei Plutser-Sarno.

Lola and Bertie are hired by Lord Sudley to retrieve a hunting trophy from the Connecticut mansion of big-game hunter Rudy Montgomery. But, when Montgomery is found shot to death and the police rule it a suicide, Sudley believes it's murder and wants Lola and Bertie to find the killer.--adapted from book jacket.