Lora Weaver Mystery Series

Lora Weaver is not in the habit of spying on people. It’s rude. It’s unseemly. It’s an invasion of privacy. It’s also almost impossible to avoid in a crowded café when a handsome stranger sets to scribbling secrets into a journal mere inches away from her croissant and mochaccino glacé. Secrets she has no business knowing. Which is just as well since the scribbles are in French and her skills in the language verge on lost-in-translation territory. Not that anyone watching would know that. Anyone watching would think Lora knows plenty.

Lora Weaver follows romance from New York to Montreal and expects to find a touch of Paris in North America — cobblestone streets, sidewalk cafés, fabulous shopping, and a little joie de vivre [zest for life]. Not dangerous liaisons. But, when she takes a job at a PI agency owned by a French brother and sister team, her life takes on more twists and turns than a Cirque du Soleil show.

It’s three days before Christmas, and Lora Weaver is hefting a body into the trunk of a car. Not exactly how she expected to be spending her first French holiday. But who said playing elf with best friend Camille Caron was going to be easy?

On her first undercover case since swapping her social work career for a job at a PI firm, Lora is finding out that there’s more to playing Mata Hari than wardrobe changes. Much more. A fake fiancé, a fake wedding, and a fake name for starters. Never mind the dance lessons. Plus, there are undercover rules. Not that Lora’s good at following rules. But she’d better get good in a hurry because her new gig has her working alongside her ex-cop boss Laurent — a French PI who’s as hard about rules as he is soft on the eyes.

It's Valentine's night and Lora Weaver is dining in a romantic hideaway, peering over her menu at another woman's husband. The man is tall, dark, and handsome. And sitting three tables away playing footsie with a redhead ten years his junior. Lora's job as a PI in training is to report back to the man's wife about said goings on. A routine case, her French boss and faux date for the evening Laurent assures her.

A kingpin crook, a mystifying mentor, and a suspect scammer. It's trouble times three for Lora Weaver.... For Lora Weaver, PI training is a snap. Literally. Her task is to snap a picture proving some sap is defrauding an insurance company on a disability claim. Easy peasy. Until that snap sets a whirlwind in motion that lands Lora at the picturesque Vieux Port dodging a kingpin crook dubbed Penguin and hoping she doesn’t end up swimming with the fishes.

It’s almost Easter. Time for bunnies, bonnets, and bonbons. Not bedlam. Unless you’re Lora Weaver, that is. With the scent of spring in the air and the promise of a long weekend looming, Lora is looking forward to a few days relaxing with her beau, Adam, taking long walks and short naps, snuggled together in the warm glow of Easter chocolate wrappers.

Lora Weaver is throwing her first New Year’s bash in her new digs, and she wants everything to be perfect. She’s planned every detail from the food to the decorations. But what she didn’t plan on was trouble. Just one hour before the New Year is set to ring in, Lora stumbles across a mystery that may just take the fizzle out of the case of champagne she’s bought for the night’s festivities.