Books published by J&R Publishing LLC

Death is a roller coaster.The traveling carnival has made its stop in Sinful and everyone is ready for thrilling rides, challenging games, and most importantly, funnel cake. But when a man is murdered in the funhouse and Emmaline LeBlanc is knocked unconscious so the killer can escape, the good times are over. Carter is beside himself wanting to hunt down the man responsible for putting his mother in the hospital, but he can''t investigate when he''s related to one of the victims.Palmer Reed was well known as a boy by most everyone in Sinful for being a sneak, a liar, and sometimes a thief. As an adult, he continued his reign of underachieving and mostly making people angry wherever he went. Now he''s a state police detective and is assigned to the case, but Fortune knows that to get Carter the answers he needs, Swamp Team 3 has to take on the investigation. As they dig deep into the confusion and lies that surround the murder, they uncover a secret that could devastate Carter and Emmaline, but Fortune is determined to discover the truth...whatever that may be.

Venus Thibodeaux had a reputation for being trouble. Some said she started at birth. When she finally left Sinful shortly after turning eighteen, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. When she blew back into town four years later, no one was happy about her return. She immediately launched into her same old scams, picking off Sinful residents with ease before disappearing again as quickly as she'd appeared.Everyone assumed she'd headed back to New Orleans.But when an accident at the annual Thanksgiving Turkey Run uncovers her body, everyone Venus took for a ride becomes a suspect. The man at the top of that list sees the writing on the wall and hires Fortune to figure out who killed Venus, before he goes to prison for a murder he didn't commit. Fortune, Ida Belle, and Gertie start poking around into Venus's complicated life, hoping to find the killer. And to solve their first official case.

Father Nicolas Chatry pushes his wheelchair into the confessional and pulls back the small door that covers the screen between the booths when he hears someone enter."Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," a voice whispers. "Welcome," Nicolas says. "What do you have to confess?""I killed her."Nicolas's pulse shoots up, and he sucks in a breath. "Are you saying you willingly took the life of another person?""Yes. God is the reason I killed her. Will you absolve me, Father?"As Nicolas fumbles for his phone to send an urgent text for help, he hears the chair in the other booth squeak, and a shadow passes in front of the screen. His pulse pounds in his temples and he starts to sway, dizziness washing over him. Help isn't going to make it in time.

Amber Olivier awakens in a cold sweat, the bitter taste of blood in her mouth and her head throbbing. Not even a hint of light reaches her. She reaches left, right, and above, but within inches, her hands meet a solid structure covered with satin. She bangs on the top of the enclosure, but the cushioned fabric only creates a dull thud. Beyond panicked, she screams until her throat burns and she doesn't have another breath of air in her.And that's when it hits her.She's in a coffin.She screams again.

Emma Frederick bolts upright in bed, pulse racing. It must be a bad dream.Except it's not.Crrrrrreeeeeeeeaaaaaaakkkkkkk.The sound of the loose step sends her body into overdrive, and she rushes for the secret room behind the wall. The screech of old hinges echoes through the house as he enters her bedroom.He starts whistling.Three blind mice. Three blind mice.She slaps a hand over her mouth, stifling her scream. He's coming for her, but that can't be.She killed him last month.

Evil can always find an accomplice... Nine years ago, police found Shaye Archer wandering in the French Quarter, beaten and abused and with no memory of the previous fifteen years, not even her name. But her last case uncovered more than she ever anticipated.She's starting to remember."I'm launching an investigation," Shaye says. Eleonore, her friend and therapist sighs. "I figured you would." "I always knew my past was bad. It couldn't have been otherwise." Shaye holds up the piece of paper that had sent her life into a tailspin. "But I never imagined this."

Street kids are disappearing, but how do you report it to the police when they don't believe you exist to begin with?Jinx LeDoux bolts upright, gasping for air, her heart pounding. Something has happened. Something she can't quite remember.Worse, she's surrounded by darkness.She puts her hands on the ground, trying to grasp something familiar. The splintered wood of her abandoned apartment isn't there. It's something hard, cold, and round.She grabs the bars with both hands, but they don't budge. She's in a cage.