Romantic Murder Mystery Books Novels & Stories

But then he went and spoilt it all with that horrible game of Cluedo. ‘Yes, I remember only too well. You screamed at him for cheating, and he embarrassed you.’ Carrie ignored his comment about the game and Alexis. One day she would get revenge for that. He’d made her blush terribly. Perhaps it had been her lewd teenage thoughts about the man sitting opposite which had caused her to blush. The thoughts she had been having about Alexis had been interesting, to say the least. Then Alexis had spoilt it all and said in that midnight voice, ‘Colonel Mustard did it in the library with his dagger,’ then added softly with a wicked laugh to Carrie, ‘He did it to Miss Scarlet, with his dagger.’ Carrie

And now they're trapped together in a territory with a killer, compelled rogues, and blood magic. At least, Hope thinks grimly, the murder mystery will distract from the awkward romantic tension. Then she sees the body, and all thoughts of distraction vanish. The female wolf lies in a clearing, her throat torn open in a precise, surgical strike. But that's not what makes Hope's blood run cold. It's the symbol carved into the ground around her. A circle within a circle, ancient runes Hope doesn't recognize surrounding the body like a cage. "That's a summoning circle," Dante says quietly. "Blood magic used to call something. Something powerful and dangerous."

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

Alessandro asked Ruby, who had already finished her food and leaned back into the backrest of her chair, listening to every word tumbling off Camilla's mouth. “Well. I don't plan on leaving until I finish the two projects I'm working on,” she said, sipping on the crimson wine in the glass. “Projects?” Alessandro raised his brow in shock. “Sounds interesting. Can you tell us more about it?” Ruby laughed inwardly. How would he like listening to the story of Camilla's bakery collapse again and the story of the way she would make Camilla hate him and be unable to trust him again? They were the two time-consuming projects she had been working on. It might be a horror story to him, but it would be

Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking

There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced. “One more round,” Scarlett yelled, slightly drunk, a big smile on her face. She just couldn’t wait for her mysterious man to show up. Olivia and I were looking forward to meeting the guy who enthralled her so. Scarlett’s sparkling silver dress offset her long, dark hair, which made her seem more petite than she really was. A look that would knock the socks off her lover boy tonight. She was the cuddle bug of our group, despite the fact that she looked like a petite sex goddess. She was beautiful, but it was her warm brown eyes and her kind perso

he murmured. I nodded, swallowing hard. My hands were clammy, my heart racing, and my stomach a storm of nerves. Whatever waited behind these doors was powerful. Aurelio’s confidence made me both anxious and curious, and a part of me that I didn’t want to admit burned with curiosity… and attraction. He pushed the doors open slowly, and I stepped inside, immediately struck by a sight I would never forget. The room was vast, dimly lit with gold light spilling from ornate sconces along the walls. The air smelled of smoke, expensive liquor, and something metallic, sharp… dangerous. My eyes immediately went to the center.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

As she turned toward the kitchen, he rose to his feet, trailing after her like a love-sick man. Rosa didn’t turn her head. Instead, she flickered her gaze toward the far right corner of her vision, catching his reflection as he followed her every move. A cold spark of triumph flared in her chest. She could hardly believe it—she had just played the most dangerous man in Italy, weaving a web of sweetness so thick he had forgotten the blood he was promising to spill only moments ago. She moved through the kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers one by one as she gathered the ingredients for the tea. It was a chamomile blend, enhanced with potent additions she had learned to use two years ago whil

The lantern cast her shadow long and warped against the wall, stretching her thinner than she really was. There was something on the table. She hadn’t left it there. Ben felt the spike of fear the moment her eyes landed on it. A ribbon. It lay coiled neatly beside the lamp, pale blue, clean and new. Completely out of place in the modest, worn-down room. Her breath hitched as she reached for it, fingers hovering just above the fabric. She hadn’t owned anything like this. Her chest tightened. She picked it up, the silk cool and unfamiliar against her skin. It smelled faintly of something sharp and foreign, like leather and smoke.