When Agatha Griffin finds a colony of bees in her warehouse, it’s the not-so-perfect ending to a not-so-perfect week. Busy trying to keep her printing business afloat amidst rising taxes and the suppression of radical printers like her son, the last thing the widow wants is to be the victim of a thousand bees. But when a beautiful beekeeper arrives to take care of the pests, Agatha may be in danger of being stung by something far more dangerous… Penelope Flood exists between two worlds in her small seaside town, the society of rich landowners and the tradesfolk. Soon, tensions boil over when the formerly exiled Queen arrives on England’s shores—and when Penelope’s long-absent husband returns to Melliton, she once again finds herself torn, between her burgeoning love for Agatha and her loyalty to the man who once gave her refuge. As Penelope finally discovers her true place, Agatha must learn to accept the changing world in front of her. But will these longing hearts settle for a safe but stale existence or will they learn to fight for the future they most desire?

Oliver Park, a young recovering addict from Indiana, finally has everything he ever wanted: sobriety and a loving, wealthy partner in Nathan, a prominent DC trauma surgeon. Despite their difference in age and disparate backgrounds, they've made a perfect life together. With everything to lose, Oliver shouldn't be visiting Haus, a gay bathhouse. But through the entrance he goes, and it's a line crossed. Inside, he follows a man into a private room, and it's the final line. Whatever happens next, Nathan can never know. But then, everything goes wrong, terribly wrong, and Oliver barely escapes with his life. He races home in full-blown terror as the hand-shaped bruise grows dark on his neck. The truth will destroy Nathan and everything they have together, so Oliver does the thing he used to do so well: he lies. What follows is a classic runaway-train narrative, full of the exquisite escalations, edge-of-your-seat thrills, and oh-my-god twists. P. J. Vernon's Bath Haus is a scintillating thriller with an emotional punch, perfect for readers curious for their next must-read novel.

Haunting #389: Gravely Stables. Number of ghosts: Catastrophic. Location: The picturesque English village of Big Spanking cum Bottomly-on-the-Wold. History: Converted 1600s stables. No confirmed deaths. Current owner ‘has no idea what’s causing any of this but it’s definitely not him.’ Wanted: ‘Just please get someone over here before everyone in this village dies horribly.’ The ExorSquad Team: New recruit, Liam Locke, first day on the job. (Company note: try to find someone - anyone - to go with him. Whoever’s still alive will do.) The Complication: Archer Gravely. Too-hot-for-words antiques dealer who keeps distracting Liam on the job. Not that Liam seems to know much about ghosts. While, weirdly, Archer seems to know rather a lot… Liam Locke A chronically unemployed high school dropout, living with my overprotective mum at the age of 25, I didn’t think things could get much worse. Not until I got a job with The ExorSquad. The hours are bad, the boss is weird, and the work itself… Well, let’s just say I might make a better ‘Spirit Extraction Expert’ if I actually believed in ghosts. But this is the first job opportunity I’ve been given in years, and I’m determined to not mess it up. So what if it’s nothing more than soothing paranoid people with overactive imaginations? That’s important work! And, as an added bonus, my first client is actually super hot. Shame he’s also, clearly, stark raving mad. Oh well. What’s the worst that could happen? Archer Gravely Everything is massively, catastrophically, irrevocably screwed. I cannot overstate how screwed we all are. This is a disaster from start to end and back again. So yes, maybe I’m a necromancer, and yes, maybe I slightly, kind of, very much opened a gateway for spirits to enter my home/this astral plane. But I did NOT give permission for whatever that THING is to cross over. Or to bring with it whatever THAT is. But it’s okay. Help is at hand. I’ve called The ExorSquad, and they’re going to put these spirits back in their bottle. Or so they say. The problem is, one of these guys looks incredibly dodgy. And the other? Very cute, very sweet, and very, very naive. So despite the catastrophe that awaits, I can’t help but keep an eye on him, while also trying to hold this evil at bay, while also trying not to let on to either of them that this is all my fault. Because if they find out, and if I go out of business, the consequences could be worse than even The Exorsquad could imagine. The ExorSquad Series is a collection of standalone MM romcoms centred around the unfortunate employees of ExorSquad Ltd, the UK's shadiest ghost-busting operation. Expect supernatural shenanigans, things that go bump in the night, sizzling encounters, and hard-won happy-ever-afters.

An exhilarating, twisted tale of desire, suspicion, and obsession between two women staying in the same house in the Dutch countryside during the summer of 1961—a powerful exploration of the legacy of WWII and the darker parts of our collective past. A house is a precious thing... It is 1961 and the rural Dutch province of Overijssel is quiet. Bomb craters have been filled, buildings reconstructed, and the war is truly over. Living alone in her late mother’s country home, Isabel knows her life is as it should be—led by routine and discipline. But all is upended when her brother Louis brings his graceless new girlfriend Eva, leaving her at Isabel’s doorstep as a guest, to stay for the season. Eva is Isabel’s antithesis: she sleeps late, walks loudly through the house, and touches things she shouldn’t. In response, Isabel develops a fury-fueled obsession, and when things start disappearing around the house—a spoon, a knife, a bowl—Isabel’s suspicions begin to spiral. In the sweltering peak of summer, Isabel’s paranoia gives way to infatuation—leading to a discovery that unravels all Isabel has ever known. The war might not be well and truly over after all, and neither Eva—nor the house in which they live—are what they seem. Mysterious, sophisticated, sensual, and infused with intrigue, atmosphere, and sex, The Safekeep is a brilliantly plotted and provocative debut novel you won’t soon forget.