Where the Wild Roses Bloom
A frantic phone call drags June Porter out of her fast-paced life in Knoxville and behind the wheel of her truck, racing through a mountain squall toward the Appalachian hometown s
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A frantic phone call drags June Porter out of her fast-paced life in Knoxville and behind the wheel of her truck, racing through a mountain squall toward the Appalachian hometown s
Fourteen years after he left Magnolia Ridge with nothing but a duffel bag and a broken heart, Cameron Steel steers his rusted Ford back down the two-lane blacktop, older, lonelier,
The last line of Edric Ashgrove's final map trembled at the edge of his quill , then bled off the parchment and vanished, taking the old cartographer with it. His daughter Wren is
Eleanor Ashworth steps down from the rain-lashed post-chaise and into the only future her orphaned sister Margaret can afford: a governess's post in the wilds of Yorkshire. Her new
Wren Thistlewood has spent years keeping the road beneath her boots and a kettle over her flame, refusing to look back at the village that raised her or the aunt she could not save
Daisy O'Keefe swore she'd never set foot in Crescent Cove again, but a grandmother's bequest and a crumbling seaside inn have other plans. Stepping off the Greyhound with a battere
Charlotte Ashworth has spent her life avoiding the kind of questions that led her mother to an early grave, so when an inheritance summons her to the crumbling Thornbury Hall, she
When Elsie Marrow walks out of the moorland storm with rain falling on her and no one else, the quiet magic of Little Thornwick begins to slip its moorings. The drystone walls stay
Wren Avery steps off the train into Hollow Pines expecting quiet and cold, what she finds is a town holding its breath. A decade ago, a coded letter was sent from this harbor and n
Wren Thistlecrane wakes to a cottage that has stopped breathing, and to a mind that has stopped remembering. Her own name has slipped loose like a ribbon into tall grass, and the o
Three weeks after burying her father, Elara Vance presses her pen to vellum and pretends the world still makes sense, until the hidden map falls from the binding of his ledger. Dra
A yellow envelope on the passenger seat is all it takes to pull Lyra Starling back to the one place she swore she'd never return: Pinegrove, Vermont. Inside is a deed, a set of key
A reclusive baker. A village full of secrets. And a killer who writes in lavender. Wren Calloway has spent three years keeping her head down and her ovens hot, hiding from a past s
Rosemary Beckett left Maple Street twenty years ago and built a careful life a thousand miles away, but her father's final letter makes one thing clear: come home, or lose the chan
June Calloway arrives in Heron Cove with one suitcase, a folder of legal documents, and a heart too bruised for sentiment. The beach house left to her by her late Aunt Vivi is a mo
The county transit van wheezes to a stop at the hollow's only marker, and Wren Bellamy steps back onto salted asphalt she swore she'd never walk again. Fifteen minutes past the van
Mapmaker Marigold Pennicut has spent her life returning what others have lost: wedding rings dropped in riverbeds, letters misdirected by fate, the small keepsakes that slip throug
The morning smelled of lake water and something baking from the diner two blocks over when Maren Ellis stepped off the curb at the corner of Mill Road and Fourth, her boots finding
Margot Ellingham drives a rental car down a gravel road that ends at a stone cottage in Hickory Hollow, Maine , an inheritance from an aunt she barely knew, and an excuse to disapp
Wren Lockhart has been gone from Pine Street for years, but her borrowed suitcase still catches on the third porch step of her grandmother's weathered house, the same step it caugh
Dessa Pickerel arrives at the village of Hollowmere by canal boat, expecting little more than a quiet cup of tea at the weathered establishment whose sign has long puzzled passing
When the brass bell above Cosgrove Pye's bakery falls silent and the scent of yeast gives way to something far more sinister, amateur sleuth Iris Thistleberry knows that twenty yea