When is a cozy so much fun that you need to put down everything you are reading (or streaming) to just enjoy it? When that book is written by Elise Bryant, author of It’s Elementary. Here Mavis, our supermom hero, has way too many balls in the air. There’s the DEIB workshop in her daughter’s school that she has to attend—that’s diversity, equity, inclusion and belonging—where “I’ll be forced to sit here and smile and pretend like all the microaggressions that are surely coming are okay….” Plus her job which she finally abandons after imagining leaving for years. Add in her ex-husband, who is behaving exactly like she always wished he would when they were married. And a totally charming boyfriend. Then there’s the bevy of activities her daughter Pearl needs to be chauffeured to (almost-eight-year-old Pearl, BTW, is as sophisticated as she is funny.) It all comes slamming down one Saturday morning at soccer when Coach Cole drops dead, gasping for air. Sounds like a heart attack? Sure does. Except it turns out to be homicide. And who should take on investigating the Coach’s death? Fun and fearless—with an occasional anxiety attack—Mavis is the perfect character for 2025.
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Our favorite otherworldly investigators, Mossa and Pleiti, Jupiter-residing gay gals with a whole lot of know-how, are back. Or at least Pleiti is back, having been called up to help a good friend’s cousin, Villette, who is about to undergo her donfense, a sort of doctoral defense. Reluctantly, Pleiti agrees, despite the lengthy trip out to Stortellen University, located at the furthest reaches of the planet. But there are problems. Number one is that Villette is being accused of plagiarism—a false accusation but hard to shake. Problem number two is the absence of Sherlock-like Mossa, who is a no-show, leaving Pleiti alone to keep Villette safe while missing terribly her affectionate relationship. Thankfully, this is a short novel, whereas the earlier works (The Imposition of Unnecessary Obstacles, The Mimicking of Known Successes) were novellas. This gives Older some room to play, including in the bond between Pleiti and Mossa and the wonderful use of language (since the early settlers, after all, spoke a breadth of languages). Don’t be lazy, look the non-English words up; it’s half the fun. A unique series that just keeps getting better.
What the world needs now is more LGBTQIA+ romantic and suspenseful fiction, and fortunately Erin Dunn’s He’s to Die For delivers just that. It’s totally head over heels when NYPD Detective Rav Trivedi (British born, Ivy League educated, Dad’s a Lord, suits are bespoke, get the picture?) can’t take his eyes off rock star Jack Vale, who is as talented a musician as he is super hot. But here’s the one flaw: Jack is the lead suspect in a murder case, and Rav is leading the investigation. Fortunately, Jack is able to clear his name, although both he and Rav remain cautious about hooking up thanks to the media onslaught, their own private natures, and the threat of violence that continues to surround them. Meanwhile the dialog snaps, the stakes are high, and the pacing pops. Give yourself a treat and get a copy of He’s to Die For, which miraculously succeeds as a romance as much as it is a suspense novel. Yes it’s early in the year, but this is already one of my favorite novels of 2025.
In this police procedural with a huge twist, Ali Dawson works for a London police department that purports to solve cold cases. These cases are so cold they’re truly frozen, hence the department’s nickname and the book’s title. But the team’s real purpose is to send detectives back in time to solve crimes. An Italian scientist is behind the technicalities of it all, and the officers themselves have only a vague idea of how it works, but no matter. They’ve now visited the past several times, at first leaving the COVID era to go back to just before the pandemic, and then visiting past decades. But now a government minister wants to prove his ancestor innocent of a crime, a job that will send Ali back to Victorian London. Visiting Ali’s own city, but a vastly different version of it, is as fascinating for readers as it is for the sleuth, but all goes awry when she can’t get back, and her son—their relationship is a highlight of the book—is accused of murder in the present day. Griffiths provides just enough of the intricacies of time travel to keep things interesting without bogging the narrative down with physics, creating a fresh new series that will leave readers wanting more
It is 1715, and young Thomas True has managed to escape from his parent’s home, arriving in London, where he takes up residence with his uncle, a candlemaker to whom he becomes apprenticed. But that’s hardly the story. Eighteenth-century London was home to a flourishing, if risky, gay subculture, a world that seduces Thomas and that was centered around the molly houses. “Molly was a slur used for effeminate, homosexual men and the term was adopted to describe the clubs, taverns…where they met up in secret”, according to The British Newspaper Archives. And although the houses were called mollies, they attracted a range of men, from workers to aristocrats. It was a world where Thomas felt a sense of belonging, made all the more immediate with his discovery of beefy carpenter Gabriel Griffin (AKA Lotty), the doorman at Mother Clap’s Molly House. But when a young molly is found murdered, Gabriel goes in search of the rat who is exposing the men to the judicial system. Could it be someone he is close to? This book is that rare thing: both a strong historical novel that drops you into a richly rendered early 18th century and a powerful mystery that remains at the center of the book.
It’s dark. It’s humorous. And everything about it is completely unexpected. Dolores dela Cruz has been on the lookout for a serial killer, and Jake Ripper fits the bill. A temp in her office, Jake is charming, handsome, and in possession of a pair of classic “strangler gloves.” What more can you ask for? Jake, meanwhile, is smitten with his mysterious colleague, from her severe wardrobe to the abuse she occasionally dumps on him. Slowly, the relationship between the two morphs into a morbidly intense but weirdly romantic obsession. The dialogue—a good part of the pleasure this book offers—runs from full-on snark to flirtatious banter. And while there are plenty of those head-swiveling moments suspense readers love, more shocking is the tenderness that grows between the two. Are we dealing with real murderers here, or do some serial killers just want to have a little fun? Weird enough to appeal to a broad swath of crime fiction readers.
Computer science professor Penny Collins has been dragged by her sister to a tag sale being run by Anthony, who’s recently deceased uncle has left him—as handsome as he is aloof—with his estate, which he is now trying to unload. Things go from bad to worse when Penny’s toddler nephew yanks open a closet door, only to have a dead body tumble out. From there, Anthony tries to avoid Penny and her 101 questions, while Penny can’t stop herself from trying to get to the facts. Or at least get to Anthony (did I mention how handsome he is?). Sooner rather than later, the two end up locked together in their own closet, and when they finally emerge, they agree to work together. Anthony, it turns out, works as a “fixer,” but one of the good guys: he doesn’t kill, he just, well, fixes things. There is a lot swirling around these two, including the missing wife of a technology billionaire—Anthony is involved—and eventually the FBI arrives on the scene. There are so many remarks from Penny about how Anthony smells, it’s quite remarkable; this could well be the first olfactory novel. In any case, I’m planning to splurge on a bottle of Tom Ford’s Eau d’Ombre Leather for when reading the next volume, which I sincerely hope comes along sooner rather than later.
Carter’s latest novel answers the question: What if Agatha Christie wrote a rom-com? Maggie Chase writes cozy mysteries, and Ethan Wyatt writes thrillers for the same publisher. Maggie wants nothing to do with Ethan, and for some reason, he keeps calling her Marcie. Forced to fly together when a private jet takes them to a Christmas party hosted by a reclusive fan of their books, they are stunned to learn the host is none other than their favorite author, Eleanor Ashley, who inspired Maggie to start writing. Things get complicated when Eleanor vanishes, and shortly after that, murder joins the party. Maggie and Ethan are forced to trust each other since nobody else on Eleanor’s invite list appears innocent. This fast-paced novel reads like a mix of a terrific Hallmark movie and a Cary Grant movie from the 1930s. The dialogue alone is worth the price of admission. This is the perfect book for fans of Christmas romance and locked room mysteries and it’s understandable why it’s being compared to the last Knives Out movie.
Marr’s thrillers have a knack for getting inside the minds and lives of modern women, and this one continues that run, here in the high-flying (and sometimes just high) world of celebrity PR. Addison Stern is a bitchy, ruthless PR star to the stars. She’ll do anything for her clients, including ruining junior media employees who might be naive enough to try to look beneath the surface of the stars’ fake tans and Botox. She’s vying for a partnership at her firm, and finding her pharma-bro client, Phinneas Redwood, dead is not what she needs, especially when that murder is followed by other crimes that all lead investigators to Addison. She never thought she’d see the day, but she partners with her private-detective ex, Connor Windell—he’s only too happy to leave a losing streak in Las Vegas—to get to the bottom of things and save herself. The two are off on a jet-setting investigation that takes them to Monaco and other more-money-than-sense places in search of the truth. The touch of Jackie Collins here–the ridiculous riches if not the steaminess—adds a deliciously over-the-top touch to a fast-moving, satisfying whodunit.
Mavis is one busy single mom. Pearl, her seven-year-old, is smart, funny, and chatty. Her ex, who tries to be a good dad, is a musician who is regularly on tour across the country. The non-profit Mavis works for has the bad habit of skipping her over for promotions. And Trish, the incredibly bossy head of the PTA—when will a house fall on her?—tricks Mavis, as one of only a handful of Black moms at the school, to head its DEI committee. “DEI means diversity, equity, and inclusion, sure,” Mavis says. “But it also means free labor to be given willingly to fix problems we didn’t create.” The novel is barely underway when the new school principal suddenly disappears while Mavis, while walking her dog late at night, passes the school, only to see Trish loading up her car with cleaning supplies and heavy plastic bags…filled with the remains of Principal Smith? Joining forces with Jack, the “superhot” school psychologist, Mavis sets off to find the lost principal. Beautifully written and well-paced, this delightful novel explores the many friends and family who surround Mavis, the struggles she experiences, and the love that flows throughout. Elise Bryant is the NAACP Image Award-nominated author of the young adult novels Happily Ever Afters, One True Loves, and Reggie and Delilah’s Year of Falling.
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