Cozy Mysteries Novels & Stories

"Maybe 'quirky cozy' is out. Maybe gritty Nordic noir is in. I should have set it in a fjord. With a depressed detective and a lot of rain." "Your detective is a retired surgeon who misplaces his reading glasses," I reminded him, sipping my coffee. "He'd get lost in a fjord and accidentally solve a tourism board embezzlement scheme instead." Arthur pointed a butter knife at me. "That's not bad. A crossover series. The Fjord Frauds. I'll make a note." His phone buzzed. He snatched it up, his face undergoing a rapid journey from terror to disbelief to unadulterated joy. He let out a whoop that startled a gull off our deck railing.

I went ahead to kiss her forehead and wished her a good night rest before getting back into my car. When I got home,I couldn't cook any meal cos I was so famished and can't bring myself to cooking dinner. I ordered for pizza and ate it with beer. I had a shower later then watched news for a while before going to bed. I couldn't sleep and was imagining what it was gonna be like to have Linda on my bed cuddling. With that,I stood up and took my coat ;the one I wore to work today, wrapped it after inhaling her scent, placed it beside me on the bed and cuddled it as if it were Linda. Before I knew it,I was already dozing off."Strange things love can do to a man"I thought sleeping.

Her partner was taking his time with the coffee, probably giving her space for what he assumed was a personal call. "Casie." Elias's voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "Where did you see these?" "Three crime scenes. Human victims. Someone's using our old ways to kill in my city." "Your city?" The question held layers of meaning she didn't want to unpack. "These aren't pack symbols, sister. They're older. Much older." The word 'sister' hit like a physical blow. She'd trained herself not to miss family, not to miss belonging somewhere. But hearing it again...

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

“Make my people disappear? After all these years, have I lost my touch, or has the industry grown so unfamiliar that I don’t recognize it anymore?” Reina turned in fear and cast a furious glance at the woman who had followed her in. She had asked the woman to close the door earlier, and now the woman was looking guilty, having indeed shut the door after entering. Emma and Penny were inside the room, and without a room card, no one could enter. Unless the newcomer had a key card. The woman, Edwina Cohen, looked at the newcomer with a strange expression. Edwina’s entire body stiffened, and the color drained from her face.