Despite the illusion Sapphire Dubois presents to the rest of the world, she is not just your stereotypical 22-year old Beverly Hills heiress; she hunts serial killers. While her fellow heirs spend their nights with trending celebs and drugs at the hottest club, Sapphire secretly spends hers luring, capturing, and anonymously handing over So-Cal's most wanted killers to the police - just your average Tuesday night. What Sapphire doesn't know is that one of her adversaries is watching her every move, aware of both her true identity and her unconventional hobby. Needless to say, he doesn't approve. Used to being the one who redefines the definition of predator and prey, Sapphire's world abruptly shatters when a gruesome 'gift' arrives for her at the Beverly Hills Country Club. With her involuntary crush, handsome Detective Aston Ridder, close on her tail, Sapphire now has to rethink her routine strategy and figure out how to capture a killer who already knows she's coming.

Frankie Petrovic is in over her head. Her one night stand is showing up all over the place, breaking into her trailer and offering her weird propositions. As if that's not enough, she is kind of dating Adonis-like, baseball star who has a strange tendency to peek though other people's windows. The two men she is involved with are incredibly handsome, but are very secretive. That is until she stumbles upon a dead girl and they start opening up. Now one claims to be an FBI agent, while the other claims to be a private investigator. Can she trust either of them?

After Evie Harper spends the day pining after her unrequited childhood crush, Harley, she drowns her sorrows in a bottle of stolen wine. But the next day, and one glorious hangover later, Harley is found with a very naked-very strangled stripper in his bed. Naturally the police assume that it's some kind of erotic play gone terribly wrong, but Harley swears that he left her alive and "orgasmically" happy when he went on the ill fated booze and condom run. And Evie knows Harley isn't a violent man. When the Chos ask her to investigate the murder, and possibly clear their son's name, she reluctantly agrees. But as Evie digs deeper into the dead woman's life she discovers that the exotic dancer had quite the past; one that involved drugs, prostitution, and gangs. Who knew the life of a stripper could get so dirty? Evie Harper Mysteries: Book 2

Evelyn's day couldn't get any worse, until a local news anchor drops dead in her café. If that weren't bad enough the police suspect her former drug dealing cousin as the culprit, and Evie's not someone who just sits by while her family's in trouble. Putting on her sleuth hat she's in a race to find the true killer; not an easy task considering the deceased was a total ass to just about everyone he knew. Was it his neglected wife, sick of the constant verbal abuse? His pretty assistant, tired of being sexually harassed on a daily basis? Or was it his brother, jealous of the success he could never find himself? Hell, maybe it's that strange new guy that's only a quarter-step from being a bum. If Evie thought today was a hot mess, she's in for ride of her life. Evie Harper Mysteries: Book 1