Bøger af Em Kaplan

Snarky food critic Josie Tucker usually can soothe any problem with food or drink. Missed bus? Mango-orange smoothie. Mild doldrums? A piece of peppered beef jerky. But lately, she can't stand the smell of a watery cup of broth. Being at the mercy of an indignant and vengeful stomach is no cup of tea. So what happens when she gets roped into being the last-minute bridesmaid at a society wedding? The bride's mother tries to kill her with kindness. Too bad for the bride, Josie won't be the only victim. "'The Bride Wore Dead' is a tasty, and thoroughly enjoyable, mystery." --Mike Billington, author "The Bride Wore Dead has everything a reader expects from modern crime fiction - sharp writing, an unpredictable plot, quirky characters. But it also holds surprises for the reader. As one of the new breed of indie authors, Kaplan has broken many of the rules of crime fiction - with panache - and created something refreshingly different. Her characterisation has depth." --Virginia King, former prize-winning publisher, author of "The First Lie" (BRAG Medallion Honoree)

No broken promises. No matter the distance, no matter how much time has passed, Rav promised to return to her younger sister. Far south in the Red Desert, young Zunee was left in charge of their family. Now she must fend off evil warlords while trying to keep her younger sisters from starving in the harsh desertland. Mel and Ott make the arduous journey south to the Red Desert to help reunite the two sisters. But gods above, do the very elements conspire to keep the them apart?

Sometimes there are stories about other people. But if you read between the lines you'll find that most stories are about me: Brandon Thighmaster. And why wouldn't they be? You can have your tales of derring-do and double-crossing rogues, sure, but that's kind of the story bread, you know? Useless carbs. You want to get to the meat of the story, that's where the rich protein is.Hi, I'm Brandon Thighmaster.I'm the meat.

Ella never leaves work early. She loves her copy of Strunk & White. She buttons her shirt up to the top. She buys beige furniture. She pays her bills on time and always says hello to her neighbors. If she were a superhero, her alter-ego would be SuperPoliteGirl. She doesn't have any vices-as long as swearing in Italian doesn't count. If she were in a romance novel, her fiancé wouldn't fit the mold of the love interest-not by any stretch of the imagination. His shoulders aren't particularly broad, his five o'clock shadow comes in patchy during the night, and his voice is a moderate tenor, not a shiver-inducing baritone. But those minor issues are the elements of fiction. No one needs that in day-to-day life.Right?

Mel can sense the blood beating through your veins. She can count the moments between heartbeats to tell when you are lying. She can make herself stronger, heal small wounds, and manipulate light to change her appearance. She is a Mask-a cloaked and imposing arbitrator, revered and feared by all. Ott is a hunter from the frozen north who's tracking the horrifying monsters that have come up through the ground. Blessed by easy charm and good looks, Ott is used to the attention of females, but, gods above, he is knocked flat by the kiss of the ethereal woman he rescues. How could she possibly be a Mask? Magical beasties? Nightmares come to life? The world as they know it is about to change forever.

Ivan Sorokin is missing. Who wants him out of the picture-his wife, his business partner, or the stripper who holds his heart?Josie Tucker stands on Beach Street with her back to the San Francisco wharf. Above her, the Ghirardelli sign winks in the dusky twilight, seducing her. The ice cream parlor lights beckon like a lactose Lothario, a casein Casanova, trying hard to woo her. But her heart longs for dumplings, for dim sum.Dim sum means "heart's delight." Imagine nibbling at a savory golden pouch stuffed with delicately seasoned meat. If a lover offers the morsel on the tips of exquisitely lacquered chopsticks late in the morning while reclining on silken cushions...that's food for the heart.Chinatown. Dim sum. Murder. Josie's perfect ingredients for adventure.See what readers are saying: "You know how you should never go to the grocery store while hungry? Don't read this book while hungry, either. The food descriptions are amazing!""I wish Josie Tucker was a real person, because I need to be best friends with someone with that level of snark and awkwardness."

When a charismatic college professor receives a series of threatening letters, Josie Tucker grudgingly goes back to school-undercover. All the grumpy food blogger wants is to be left in peace with her dog, her man, and her laptop, but now she's stuck in a co-ed dorm with a goofy gang of freshmen. Can Josie, along with her student posse, find the culprit before the greasy cafeteria food kills her?"Dead Man on Campus was another home run from EM Kaplan." -Mike Prelee, author"Always love Josie Tucker! Already have the next one lined up on my Kindle. EM Kaplan is a staple of my reading diet." -Amazon reviewer"...Great laughs in this engaging story of death, deceit, betrayal, and love. Campus life is everything it promises: socially inept professors, horrible food, and cramped living conditions. The new and hilarious characters make this story pop from the pages. Ms. Kaplan does such a fantastic job of scattering clues in all directions that it is far from readily apparent who the villain(s) are. She also dangles a romantic hook at the beginning that had me desperately flipping pages to find out how it would be resolved. Overall, a very funny, delightful mystery. Kudos!" -Virgina Gray, author

Ivan Sorokin is missing. Who wants him out of the picture-his wife, his business partner, or the stripper who holds his heart? Josie Tucker stands on Beach Street with her back to the San Francisco wharf. Above her, the Ghirardelli sign winks in the dusky twilight, seducing her. The ice cream parlor lights beckon like a lactose lothario, a casein casanova, trying hard to woo her. But her heart longs for dumplings, for dim sum. Dim sum means "heart's delight." Imagine nibbling at a savory golden pouch stuffed with delicately seasoned meat. If a lover offers the morsel on the tips of exquisitely lacquered chopsticks late in the morning while reclining on silken cushions...that's food for the heart. Chinatown. Dim sum. Murder. Josie's perfect ingredients for adventure.