Friday, May 31, 2013

Vanished by Kat Richardson

This is the fourth Harper Blaine novel.  Edward asks her to go to London and find out what happened to his representative there.  He had not heard from Purcell in awhile.  Harper gets to London and weird things start happening.  Then she sees Alice Liddell. WHAT?  Harper killed her a couple of years ago. Alice has kidnapped Will. Harper has to get him back with the help of another Greywalker and his brother Michael.  The two vampire sects in London got taken over by another sect and they want Harper.  Will she survive?

I think this is the best book of the series so far!

Excerpt from the author's site:

Chapter 1

It started just like it had in real life: The man belts me in the temple and it feels like my head is caving in. I tumble out of the chair, onto the hardwood floor. In the dream I can see its pattern of dark and light wood making a ribbon around the edge of the room, like a magic circle to contain the terror.
I grope for my purse, for the gun, for anything that will stop him from beating me to death this time. I am still too slow. He rounds the edge of the desk and comes after me. I roll up onto my knees and try to hit him below the belt.
He dodges, swings, and connects with the back of my head. Then he kicks me in the ribs as I collapse again. This time I don’t shriek–I don’t have the air and that’s how I know something’s changed. It’s not just a memory; it’s a nightmare.
The man’s foot swings for my face and I push it up, over my head, tipping him backward. As he falls, I scramble for the door into the hall. This time I’ll get out. This time I won’t die….
But he catches up and grabs onto my ponytail–an impossible rope of hair a yard, a mile long and easy to grip. Was it really so long? I can’t even remember it down to my hips like that. But in the dream it’s a lariat that loops around my neck and hauls my head back until I’m looking into the man’s face.
But it’s my father, not the man who beat my head in. Not the square-jawed, furious face of a killer, but the bland, doe-eyed face that winked like the moon when I was tucked into my childhood bed. He read me Babar books and kissed my cheek when I was young. Now he calls me “little girl,” and slams my skull into the doorpost.
I don’t fight back this time. I just wrench loose, leaving my long hair in his hand. He lets me go and I stumble toward the ancient brass elevator, my legs wobbling and my pace ragged. I feel tears flooding down my cheeks, and the world spins into a narrowing tunnel.
I see the elegant old elevator at the end of the tunnel, the gleaming metal grillwork shuffling itself into shape, as if it is formed from the magical grid of the Grey. There’s a vague human figure inside, beyond the half-formed doors. There never was anyone there before….
I stagger and fall to my knees at the elevator door. The ornate brass gates slide open and I tumble into the lift, sprawling like a broken toy at someone’s feet.
He’s much too tall from my position down on the floor: a giant blue denim tree crowned with silvery hair. My dream vision zooms up and in, and something tightens in my chest until I can feel it strain to the breaking point.
Will Novak, my ex-boyfriend, looks down at me with a cool glance. “Oh. It’s you,” he says.
The too-tight thing in my chest pings and breaks. Pain lashes through me like the unwinding mainspring of a broken clock.
I woke up with a scream in my mouth that twisted into shuddering tears. I huddled into my bed and cried, feeling that something had been wrecked or wrenched apart in a way I didn’t understand. I wished I was cuddled up with Quinton in his safe little hole under the streets and not alone with the lingering desolation of my nightmare.  Read more here.

Pages: 351

Thursday, May 30, 2013

The Imposter Bride by Nancy Richler

This review from the NYTimes by Nancy Kline perfectly describes how I felt about this book. I don't understand why we never found out why Lily left Ruth.  Just weird....

Nancy Richler’s moving third novel, “The Imposter Bride,” which opens in 1946 at a wedding in Montreal’s Jewish community. The bride, Lily Azerov, is a refugee from Poland, via Palestine. She brings with her an uncut diamond, a journal written in Yiddish and the grief of a brutally erased world.
But if her sorrow is genuine, her other possessions, including the name Lily, belong to a stranger; they aren’t hers. And the world she marries into is populated by strangers too. Her husband, Nathan, is one of them, doubly so: it was his brother whom she traveled half the world to marry, sight unseen, before he took one look at her “shadowed face, the dress, all wrong, that had obviously been chosen with care,” and fled from the engagement.As she herself would all too soon flee from Nathan and their infant daughter, Ruth.
Beautifully written, “The Imposter Bride” is alternately told in the third person, through Lily’s and other family members’ eyes, and the first person, through Ruth’s. We meet Ruth on her sixth birthday, when suddenly her lost mother mails her a present, “a pink rock” that was “smooth and shiny on top, and almost transparent in places, with jagged little nooks on the underside.”
The arrival of this opaque metonym-by-mail, the first of many she will receive from Lily, transforms the child: “All my life I had been a girl without a mother. She had left soon after I was born, and no one knew where she had gone. . . . I didn’t miss her, had never missed her. . . . Her absence was more a background to my life than anything else. It was a given, a stable fact of life that was definitional, not dynamic, like the hole in the center of a bagel, without which a bagel would be something else. . . . Now, though, I had a mother. . . . And now, for the first time, I wanted more.”
Ruth’s story then becomes an intermittent quest to find out why her mother left, and who and where the strange and broken woman is who sends her stones as gifts, unsigned, accompanied only by an index card that names the lake beside which each was found. Silent, lovely and impenetrable, the stones express both Lily’s absence and her presence. They recall the stones Jews leave on the graves of loved ones, and the rock on which Abraham nearly sacrificed his son, known as the Foundation Stone in Jerusalem: were it to be removed, watery chaos would engulf the universe (so a rabbi friend informs me).
Lily’s stones embody her essential mystery — a mystery penetrated by only one other character in the book, the diamond-cutter, Ida Pearl, who knows that the hardest stones can shatter and fears for the impostor bride.
The single disappointment in Richler’s novel is its self-referential ending, too neat and too predictable. Besides which, Proust already did it. But why quibble with this tiny flaw in a narrative that speaks so astutely to the unspeakable losses inherent in the human condition? “The Imposter Bride” suggests that it is finally our shared unknowability that connects us. 

A short excerpt here.

Pages: 357

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Light My Fire by Katie MacAlister

From the author's site:
It’s not easy being a demon lord, a Guardian, and a wyvern’s mate all at once. Luckily, I just moved to London to study all things Guardian with my mentor. A new start is just what I need since being betrayed (again!) by Drake, wyvern of the green dragons. Though I’m supposedly immortal, I’m not so sure my heart can take another beating.
But I’m still officially Drake’s mate—and my presence is required at a meeting of the green dragons. How I’m going to keep my distance from that fire-breathing hunk is beyond me. It doesn’t help that several attempts have been made on my life. Or that I’m wanted by the entire otherworldly population of imps since Jim, my doggie demon sidekick, accidentally ate their ruler. Being an alpha-dragon and all, Drake is sure to get protective of me. Which might not be a bad thing when war breaks out and all hell breaks loose—literally…

This is the third Aisling Grey book.  Ash is in for it this time!! She is trying to learn to be a Guardian but someone complained to the Council and Nora is not allowed to teach her.  She is constantly being attacked.  Someone is trying to kill her. The red dragons are at war with the green dragons and she is in the middle. A demon lord wants her support to control Abaddon. Peter Burke wants her support to be the Venediger. Ash is trying to remain good but she knows so little about this new world and no one seems to understand that!  I cannot wait to read the fourth one!

Read an excerpt here.

Pages: 341


Tuesday, May 28, 2013

The Ashford Affair by Lauren Willig

This was an interesting story told between 2 different timelines, Addie in the 1920's and her granddaughter, Clementine in 1999. Addie's parents died when she was a little child and taken to live with her uncle and his wife. Switch to 1999, Clem just broke her engagement.  She feels a little lost then Addie is dying and Clem realizes that she does not know her grandmother.  She searches for the truth.

From goodreads:
New York Times bestselling author Lauren Willig "spins a web of lust, power and loss" (Kate Alcott) that is by turns epic and intimate, transporting and page-turning

As a lawyer in a large Manhattan firm, just shy of making partner, Clementine Evans has finally achieved almost everything she’s been working towards—but now she’s not sure it’s enough. Her long hours have led to a broken engagement and, suddenly single at thirty-four, she feels her messy life crumbling around her. But when the family gathers for her grandmother Addie’s ninety-ninth birthday, a relative lets slip hints about a long-buried family secret, leading Clemmie on a journey into the past that could change everything. . . .

What follows is a potent story that spans generations and continents, bringing an Out of Africa feel to a Downton Abbey cast of unforgettable characters. From the inner circles of WWI-era British society to the skyscrapers of Manhattan and the red-dirt hills of Kenya, the never-told secrets of a woman and a family unfurl.


Excerpt from the author's site:

Prologue

Kenya, 1926
Addie’s gloves were streaked with sweat and red dust.
It wasn’t just her gloves.  Looking down, she winced at the sight of her once pearl-colored suit, now turned gray and rust with smoke and dust.  Even in the little light that managed to filter through the thick mosquito netting on the windows, the fabric was clearly beyond repair.  The traveling outfit that had looked so smart in London had proved to a poor choice for the trip from Mombassa. 
She felt such a fool.  What had she been thinking?  It had cost more than her earnings for the month, that dress, an unpardonable extravagance in these days when her wardrobe ran more to the sensible than the chic.  It had taken a full afternoon of scouring Oxford Street, going into one shop, then the next, this dress too common, that too expensive, nothing just right, until she finally found it, just a little more than she could afford, looking almost, if one looked at it in just the right way, as though it might be couture, rather than a poor first cousin to it. 
She had peacocked in her tiny little flat, posing in front of the mirror with the strange ripple down the middle, twisting this way and that to try to get the full effect, her imagination presenting her with a hundred tempting images.  Bea coming to the train to meet her, an older more matronly Bea, her silver-gilt hair burned straw by the equatorial sun, her figure softened by childbearing.  She would see Addie, stepping off the train in her smart new frock with her smart new haircut and exclaim in surprise.  She would turn Addie this way and that, marveling at her, her new city sophistication, her sleek hair, her newly plucked brows. 
“You’ve grown up,” Bea would say.  And Addie would smile, just a wry little hint of a smile, the sort of smile you saw over cocktails at the Ritz, and say, “It does happen.”
And, then, from somewhere behind her, Frederick would say, “Addie?” and she would turn, and see surprise and admiration chasing one another across his face as he realized, for the first time, just what he had left behind in London.
Sweat dripped between her breasts, damping her dress.  She didn’t need to look down to know that she was hopelessly splotched, with the sort of sweat stains that would turn yellow with washing.
Addie permitted herself a twisted smile.  She had so hoped—such an ignoble hope!—that just once, she might look the better by comparison, that even a poor first cousin to couture might come off first in comparison to the efforts of Nairobi’s dressmakers.  Instead, here she was again, an utter mess, a month and a week away from all that was familiar and comfortable, chugging across the plains of Africa—and why? 
David had asked her that before she left.  Why? 
He had asked it so sensibly, so logically.  Her first impulse had been to bristle, to tell him it was no business of his.  But it was, she knew that.  The ring he had given her hung on a chain around her neck, a pre-engagement rather than an engagement.  Put it on when I come back, she had told him.  We can make the announcements then.
But why wait?  he had asked.  Why go?
Because… she had begun, and faltered.  How could she answer him when she didn’t quite know why herself?  She had mumbled something about her favorite cousin, about Bea needing her, about old affections and old debts. 
All the way to Africa? he had asked, with that quirk of the brow that his students so dreaded, as they sputtered their way through their explications of Plato’s Republic or Aristotle’s Politics. 
Perhaps I want to go because I want to go, she had said sharply.  Hadn’t he thought of that?  That she might want to travel beyond the borders of the country, just once in her life?  That she might want to live a little before donning an apron and cooking his dinners? More here.

Pages: 358

Monday, May 27, 2013

My Name is Memory by Ann Brashares

For an excerpt, click here.

This is the story of Daniel's search through time for Sophia, a girl he murdered in his first life. In another life he finds her but she is married to his psycho brother Joachim. The story is told by chapters of the lives of these two people until the present day when they find each other only to be thwarted by Joachim.

This is Brashares' second novel for adults.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  It was optioned for a movie but who knows.  It will certainly make a better movie than some of the movies coming out right now!

Pages: 324

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Wings of Fire by Charles Todd

This is the second in the Inspector Rutledge series.  Rutledge is sent to Cornwall to investigate 3 deaths in one family.  The first two deaths seem to be suicides and the third is an accident. Or are they?  Everyone in the village think that Scotland Yard is just messing about because one of the suicides happened to be a famous poet.  But as Inspector Rutledge digs and digs he finds out that one person connected with the family is a murderer.
I enjoyed this book because it takes you along as Rutledge questions and digs for answers.  You discover who the murderer is when he does.  Usually I can guess by the middle of the book but with this story I did not. 

Synopsys from the author's site:
The New York Times Book Review named Charles Todd’s spectacular debut, A Test of Wills, one of its Notable Books of the Year for 1996, and it received an Edgar nomination for Best First Mystery. Now Inspector Rutledge makes his greatly anticipated second appearance, in a book with the kind of richly developed characters, layered plot, and luminous British village scenes that distinguished its predecessor.
In Cornwall, England, three members of the same family have suddenly died. Among the dead is Olivia, the reclusive writer whose war poetry gave Ian Rutledge a handhold on sanity while he fought in the trenches of France. Although no evidence indicates foul play, a concerned and influential relative suspects that the deaths are actually murders, and she convinces Scotland Yard to send someone for a thorough investigation. Rutledge’s rival, Bowles, sees the Cornwall incident as an opportunity to get the shell-shocked World War I veteran away from London, where a recent Ripper-style killing spree promises celebrity for the detective who can crack the case.
Accompanying the Inspector to Cornwall is Rutledge’s constant “companion” Hamish, the young Scot whom he unwillingly had to execute on the battlefield and whose tormenting voice sounds in Rutledge’s head, forcing him to face unpleasant truths.
In this wonderfully atmospheric novel, Charles Todd examines the complexities of British family life and the unique artistry of a talented poet. Wings of Fire will fascinate readers with its beautifully drawn characters and unerring period detail.

For an excerpt, click here.

Pages: 294

The Time of My Life by Cecelia Ahern

Lucy Silchester gets an invitation to meet her life.  What???  She keeps putting it off until her family makes her. Lucy meets this sad rough looking man. He wants to meet with her every week to figure out where everything went wrong. But she doesn't.  He decides to move in with her and accompany her everywhere. She comes to realize that everything went wrong when she lied about the end of relationship with Blake.  Lies built upon lies led her to a life of nothing.  But her realization changes everything.

This book made me laugh and cry, especially when her father told her what he thought of her.  Been there, done that! Life goes on.  As usual, Ahern finds something different to build a heartwarming story around.

Excerpt here.

Pages: 486

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Hot Blooded by Amanda Carlson

This is the second in the Jessica McClain series. In the first book, Full Blooded, Jessica's mate Rourke, was kidnapped by Selene, a goddess. In this book, Jessica is on a mission to get him back. She made a deal with the Vampire Queen so she has help from 2 vampires.  Her father is allowing 2 of the wolves to help. Her nemesis from her life before she became a Lycan, Ray, a human cop is also coming because he has seen too much about the wolves and will not agree to become an Essential to the pack.  They locate where Selene is keeping Rourke with the vampires help.  The group has to fight off a bunch of "others" before they get to the hideout.  This is an exciting adventure!

Excerpt:

Chapter One
The knife pressed against my neck was pissing me off. “You’re kidding me, right?” I couldn’t see what was behind me, but it smelled faintly of eggs. Half a beat later its Otherness began to creep along my skin like an unwanted caress. My fingers curled around the door handle of my car.
I didn’t have time for this.
It hissed a few inches from my ear. “Shut up, bitch. You’re going to pay for what you did—”
I brought my elbow up hard, faster than any human could follow, and cracked my attacker neatly in the face as I spun around. Without hesitation, I grabbed him by the neck and slammed him onto the hood of the car next to me. Crap, that was going to leave a dent. I glanced around. Luckily there were no bystanders nearby. “What’s your problem?” I snarled. “Doesn’t look like you want a piece of me now.”
The rheumy eyes of a stunned imp stared back at me, blinking once. An imp, by definition, was half human, half demon—and this one was heavy on the human, which was why he hadn’t triggered any of my new senses. A supe this weak had to be in close proximity to give off any Otherness. He wasn’t a danger to me—more like a pesky mosquito—and to my credit he stank like a dirty bum more than any kind of demon. I examined him, not surprised to find he resembled the imp I’d killed last week. But this one was a lot weaker than Drake, so maybe a dis- tant relation gunning for revenge?
Demons got off on revenge.
“So it’s…” he gasped through a very diminished airway, “…true…”
“What’s true?” I relaxed my grip on his neck so he could answer. When he failed to do so, I hauled him up by the shirt, turned him around, and pushed him against the side of my car. “I’m running a little short on time. Care to expound further?” I shook him for emphasis, letting him know there was really no other choice.
A glint of surprise along with a creepy smile full of stained, slightly pointy teeth slowly spread over his features. I jammed him back against my car, locking my forearm across his neck again, hoping to convince him to spit out an answer before things had to get any uglier. “Look,” I said when he remained silent. “I’ve had a rough few days and I’m in no mood to be attacked by yet another supe. This is not going to end well for you if you don’t answer my question, so I’ll ask it again. What’s true?” His greasy brown hair swung limply over his shoulders as I jostled him into a better position. What was it with imps? Not showering must be a union order.
“I didn’t know you were her,” he finally spat, his metallic breath pinging my nose like a tarnished penny. I eased my arm off his jugular. “I came to avenge my cousin. But I can smell you now. I know who you are. There have been rumors, but you won’t be able to hide from us. We will find you.”
Find me? My wolf shot to the surface, sensing the real threat behind his words. I wasn’t hiding from anyone, especially not the imps. My secret had come out, and for all I knew the entire planet was well aware I’d become the only female werewolf on earth. It wasn’t ideal, but nobody had asked me.
Read more here.

Pages: 325

Wolves in Chic Clothing by Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman

Julia has a job working at Pelham Jewelers. She gets to take an expensive necklace to the owner's daughter for her wedding day.  Lell Pelham takes a liking to Julia and promotes her.  She takes Julia on a whirlwind to fancy balls, vacations, store openings and photo shoots.  She starts to get jealous when Julia gets more and/or larger photos that she gets in the newspapers and magazines. Will, Lell's husband, makes a play for Julia because he found out that Lell was having an affair.  Then he tries to leave Lell and tells her that he has been having an affair with Julia which is not exactly the truth.  Lell fires Julia from Pelham's.  But it's ok because Julia is too good for those bitchy women!  I wish that Julia would have seen for herself what was happening but she is too kindhearted.

Synopsys from goodreads:
Julia, a hip, downtown salesgirl at Pelham’s jewelry store, finds her social life turned on its head when she is asked to deliver a necklace to the store’s young heiress, Lell Pelham, on Lell’s wedding day. Beguiled by Julia’s earnest cluelessness and her vintage-chic vibe, Lell and her gang adopt Julia, and “Eliza Doolittle” her into passing as the heiress to a family fortune, just for a laugh. Dazed by the whirlwind of trust funds, pedigrees, Cosmopolitans, and penthouses in her new world, Julia is unprepared for the ardent advances of Lell’s husband—or the vicious claws her new “friends” develop when they decide Julia is an ingrate, and demote her from society goddess to penniless cling-on with one well-timed editorial. Suddenly, she must return the borrowed couture clothes and try to remember who she was before the body snatching took place. Hilarious and completely addictive, Wolves in Chic Clothing is a modern-day rags-to-riches-and-back-again fairy tale that will leave fans stamping their Manolo Blahniks for more.

Read an excerpt here.

Pages: 266

Continuation of books read for the year 2013......

I was having trouble saving my post for the 150+ Challenge 2013.  So I will leave 151 book titles there and continue the rest here.
152. Bone Crossed by Patricia Briggs
153. Silver Borne by Patricia Briggs
154. River Marked by Patricia Briggs
155. When Light Breaks by Patti Callahan Henry 
156. My Ex-Best Friend by Beth Brophy
157. Whispers at Midnight by Karen Robards
158. Secret Smile by Nicci French
159. Hunting Ground by Patricia Briggs
160. Home Fires by Margaret Maron
161. Rotten to the Core by Sheila Connolly
162. Poltergeist by Kat Richardson
163. It Takes A Witch by Heather Blake
164. Snake in the Glass by Sarah Atwell
165. Death by Cashmere by Sally Goldenbaum
166. House at the End of Hope Street by Menna van Praag
167. The Gods of Gotham by Lyndsay Faye
168. Fair Game by Patricia Briggs
169. Miss Julia Speaks Her Mind by Ann B. Ross
170. Fire Me Up by Katie MacAlister
171. An Expert in Murder by Nicola Upson
172. Tracking the Tempest by Nicole Peeler
173. Murphy's Law by Rhys Bowen
174. Dead Ever After by Charlaine Harris 
175. The Day The Falls Stood Still by Cathy Marie Buchanan
176. Shattered by Karen Robards
177. Underground by Kat Richardson
178. Orphan Train by Christina Baker Kline
179. The Bughouse Affair by Marcia Muller and Bill Pronzini
180. Wild Blue Under by Judi Fennell 
181. The Demonologist by Andrew Pyper
182. The Midwife of Hope River by Patricia Harman
183. Death Will Help You Leave Him by Elizabeth Zelvin
184. Always and Forever by Cathy Kelly
185. Red Delicious Death by Sheila Connolly
186. The Whole World Over by Julia Glass
187. Lost by Joy Fielding
188. Code Name: Bikini by Christina Skye
189. Run by Ann Patchett
190. Linger by Maggie Stiefvater
191. Forever by Maggie Stiefvater
192. A Share in Death by Deborah Crombie
193. Bones Under the Beach Hut by Simon Brett
194. Name Dropping by Jane Heller
195. Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater
196. Tempest's Legacy by Nicole Peeler
197. Frost Burned by Patricia Briggs
198. Murder As A Fine Art by David Morrell
199. Wolves in Chic Clothing by Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman
200. Hot Blooded by Amanda Carlson
201. The Time of My Life by Cecelia Ahern
202. Wings of Fire by Charles Todd
203. My Name is Memory by Ann Brashares
204. The Ashford Affair by Lauren Willig
205. Light My Fire by Katie MacAlister
206. The Imposter Bride by Nancy Richler
207. Vanished by Kat Richardson
208. Death of Riley by Rhys Bowen
209. Magic to the Bone by Devon Monk
210. Lord of Far Island by Victoria Holt
211. Scarlet by Marissa Meyer
212. So Far Away by Meg Mitchell Moore
213. All Shall Be Well by Deborah Crombie
214. Mark of the Demon by Diana Rowland
215. Fly Away by Kristin Hannah
216. Dream Eyes by Jayne Ann Krentz
217. Graveminder by Melissa Marr
218. Eye of the Tempest by Nicole Peeler
219. Fly Away Home by Jennifer Weiner
220. On the Edge of the Woods by Diane Tyrrel
221. Sealed With A Curse by Cecy Robson
222. Desire Untamed by Pamela Palmer
223. Let the Dead Sleep by Heather Graham
224. A Killer Crop by Sheila Connolly
225. Tempest's Fury by Nicole Peeler
226. Beach Roses by Jean Stone
227. Every Other Day by Jennifer Lynn Barnes
228. Magic in the Shadows by Devon Monk
229. Saving CeeCee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman
230. Sparks Fly by Katie MacAlister
231. Blood of the Demon by Diana Rowland
232. My Life as a White Trash Zombie by Diana Rowland
233. Tempest Reborn by Nicole Peeler
234. The Chosen by Theresa Meyers 
235. Restrike by Reba White Williams
236. Sand Sharks by Margaret Maron 
237. Werewolf in Denver by Vicki Lewis Thompson
238. Skinwalker by Faith Hunter
239. The Other Side of the Sun by Madeleine L'Engle
240. The Island by Elin Hilderbrand
241. Beach House Memories by Mary Alice Monroe
242. Three Graves Full by Jamie Mason
243. Leave the Grave Green by Deborah Crombie
244. How to Eat a Cupcake by Meg Donohue
245. The Summer Country by James A. Hetley
246. The Island by Heather Graham
247. Killer Honeymoon by G. A. McKevett
248. First Love by Joyce Carol Oates
249. Secrets of the Demon by Diana Rowland
250. The Ranger by Ace Atkins
251. Blood Cross by Faith Hunter
252. Amethyst Dreams By Phyllis A. Whitney
253. The Mourner by Richard Stark
254. Grave Witch by Kalayna Price
255. High Heels and Homicide by Kasey Michaels
256. Once Bitten by Kalayna Price
257. Christine Falls by Benjamin Black
258. A Summer Affair by Elin Hilderbrand
259. Even White Trash Zombies Get the Blues by Diana Rowland
260. Mourn Not Your Dead by Deborah Crombie
261. My Soul To Take by Rachel Vincent
262. The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
263. Aunt Dimity and the Lost Prince by Nancy Atherton
264. Little Pink Slips by Sally Koslow
265. Mercy Blade by Faith Hunter
266. Red Velvet Cupcake Murder by Joanne Fluke 
267. the last original wife by Dorothea Benton Frank
268. Damage Control by J.A. Jance
269. The Expats by Chris Pavone
270. Sins of the Demon by Diana Rowland
271. Every Breath You Take by Judith McNaught
272. The Last Word by Lisa Lutz
273. Kiss the Dead by Laurell K. Hamilton
274. The Perfect Ghost by Linda Barnes
275. The Winter Oak by James A. Hetley
276. Grave Dance by Kalayna Price
277. Dreams by Barbara Delinsky
278.  My Soul to Save by Rachel Vincent
279. The Case of the Crooked Candle by Erle Stanley Gardner
280. Touch of the Demon by Diana Rowland
281. Looking For Me by Beth Hoffman
282. The Curiosity by Stephen P. Kiernan
283. Bitten and Smitten by Michelle Rowen
284. Something Strange and Deadly by Susan Dennard
285. Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake
286. The Inn at Lake Devine by Elinor Lipman
287. Clear and Convincing Proof by Kate Wilhelm
288. Sketch Me if You Can by Sharon Pape
289. Grave Memory by Kalayna Price
290. Blackout by Connie Willis
291. All Clear by Connie Willis
292. Deadly Gift by Heather Graham
293. Flaming Tree by Phyllis Whitney
294. Candles Burning by Tabitha King and Michael McDowell
295. Fanged and Fabulous by Michelle Rowen
296. Affliction by Laurell K. Hamilton
297. 12th of Never by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro
298. The Irresistible Blueberry Bakeshop & Cafe by Mary Simses
299. First Grave on the Right by Darynda Jones
300. A Test of Wills by Charles Todd