An escape artist plunges into the icy waters of Montreal’s St. Lawrence River, chained and nailed into a coffin—and never breaks free.
After they dredge him from the waves, Dr. Hope Sze resuscitates him, saving his life. When he regains consciousness, but not his memory of the event, he hires Hope to deduce who sabotaged his act. Even as she probes the case, and the strange world of magic and illusion, she must confront her own fears of death on the palliative care ward—and tackle the two toothsome men who can’t wait for her to choose between them.
"Melissa Yi has truly found her niche with the Hope Sze mystery series. Drawing on her personal experiences in the ER in Canada, Melissa has created medical thrillers that shine with authenticity and are impossible to put down. Code Blues provides the perfect introduction to a world we often experience, but rarely understand."--Kris Nelscott, Edgar and Shamus Award-nominated authorMore info →
When Oona's husband asks for an open marriage, she kicks him to the curb and makes a list.
A list of the guys not taken. The first guy she really loved. The guy who morphed into Dr. McDreamy. And the smokin' yoga teacher with abs of titanium.
The List of all the guys she coulda-woulda-shoulda.
Now Oona can. She will. And she should.
The List. Because a few good men are the best revenge.
The gourmet capital of North America, where you don’t have to pay big bucks for the best eats.
The city of beautiful women and men, where you can buy eco-conscious fashion by local designers, if not for a song, then sometimes for a shockingly good price.
The endless fun of festivals, clubs, dancing on a mountain, or chilling out to yoga.
And oh yes, ze French. Beauty and joie de vivre in a gorgeous package.
So come discover Montréal, where the prices are low and the fun factor soars.
Luke Gallagher rules the world as the luckiest guy on the planet. Well, not literally. But he gets the grades, the girls, and the goals ever since he rubbed the belly of the Laughing Buddha statue in Chinatown at age 13.
Maybe it’s just a coincidence, or maybe Buddha’s got his back. Either way, Luke’s golden for five long years--
--until his luck drops in the crapper on his first day of university. Now Luke's got to beat a bully, win back his best friend, pass his classes, and maybe, just maybe, find true love.
Buddha. Dude. Can you give a guy a break, one last time?More info →
All Octavia “V” Ling wants for the holidays? Inner peace and a piece of the sizzling spy named Dario.
Since gingerbread men will dance the cha cha before Dario swears his undying devotion, V jets off to Goa, India, ready to rock the handstands with a yogini named Raven.
Only Raven disappears.
So V befriends an elephant and his mahout. They vanish in the middle of V's first yoga class.
Just in time for Dario to materialize on the ashram doorstep.
Did the Yoga Love School transform into the Yoga Leaving School? Or will Octavia and Dario uncover far more dastardly machinations, deep in the incense-burning, paan-spitting, curry-scented recesses of Mother India?
Spies! Lies! Yoga! Elephants! And the two people who might save them all: V, the lovesick Canadian civil servant, and Dario, the man of mystery.
The Goa Yoga School of Slayers. The hilarious, pulse-pounding sequel to The Italian School for Assassins.
Only boys can tell fortunes. Actually, only one boy in a thousand. Until Julia Sharpe starts a fortunetelling revolution in the wild and wacky year of 1985.
Up 'til now, the only girls who told fortunes were lying, crazy, or both.
But Julia has to do something before her family's fortunetelling company tanks. Her brother Alistair says computers will rule the future. And more and people rebel against fortunetelling. They say, why should a few Gifted guys read the future and make everyone else pay for it?
Julia secretly applies for a fortunetelling correspondence course. Over the mail, no one can tell she's a girl. With the help of her tutor, she discovers she can read the future in a bowl of popcorn kernels. That's right, popcorn. It's like reading tea leaves, only she reads popcorn kernels. Weird but wonderful.
If she can do it, girls can read the future too. Maybe more boys, too, if they just got the right training. Now people won't hate them so much.
Julia's going to save the company—and the rest of world!
Right?More info →
New, blistering, darkly funny essays breaking bones. And fixing them. And the seamy underside of life in the emergency room, with its cornucopia of crazy cases, not just bone-centred ones. For example, the man who tried to eat his own thumb and the case of bleeding brains.
Warnings: 1. Broken Bones bears no authorized resemblance to any TV show. 2. If the previous Unfeeling Doctor books were rated PG-13, Broken Bones gets slapped with a Restricted label. Medical noir. With cussing, selfishness, and jokes from the sewer. 3. Don’t read it.More info →
In my first few months of indie publishing, I made zero dollars. That's right. The big donut.
But by the end of my first year, I'd grossed over $10,000, making me not a millionaire, but a thousandaire.
How? Hard work and a bit of good luck.
In this essay, I break down the recipe of how I made five figures in twelve months.
We can all profit from indie publishing. Not the same amount of money, and not on the same timeline, but every one of us can reap the rewards of this brave new world, selling directly to readers, which means pocketing the money both as authors and as publishers.
We can all be thousandaires together!