In the fog-laden streets of early 19th century Boston, a shipment of rare chemicals and exotic animals vanishes without a trace. The authorities are baffled, the harbor is shrouded in mystery, and only one mind can unravel the secrets hidden within shadows. Enter Ethan Cadwell, a detective whose brilliance spans chemistry, physics, and zoology. With his loyal companion, journalist Marcus Whitman, Cadwell dives into a web of deception, clever traps, and cunning criminals. From manipulated footprints to chemical riddles and mechanical tricks, no clue is too small, no danger too great, for Cadwell's extraordinary intellect. As they follow the trail through narrow alleys, creaking warehouses, and foggy docks, the duo uncovers more than just a simple theft. The heist is part of a larger, shadowy network, hinting at a criminal mind even more dangerous than those caught in the act. Each step tests Cadwell's genius, each twist keeps Marcus-and the reader-on the edge of discovery. Filled with suspense, clever red herrings, and thrilling adventures, The Vanishing Cargo of Boston Harbor is a masterful introduction to Ethan Cadwell, a detective whose mind is as sharp as the shadows he navigates.

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

Highest Ranks: |Mystery/Thriller #1| |Action #3| I was trained my whole life to disarm a grown man using nothing but a credit card, nail files, and a sock if I'm lucky. Becoming a cheerleader sounded laughable compared to everything I've done. But I soon learn that balancing spirit weeks, cute boys, and curling wands along with nuclear weapons, evil psychopaths, and rogue agents is a lot more work than I thought. I mean would you suspect a varsity cheerleader to be a spy working for the CIA? Or Interpol? The FBI maybe? Of course not which is why it works. Never judge a book or a girl by her cover. ••BOOK 1 IN THE JUST UNDERCOVER TRILOGY•• *cover by @THEICEWOLVES