To look at her, one would never think suburbanite homemaker Jane Jeffry would be interested in murder and mayhem. But given the corpses she's come across she's practically an expert on the subject. Which is why Jane's booking down to a nearby mystery writers' convention to mingle with the brightest lights of literary crime, and maybe drum up some interest in her own recently completed manuscript. But when a famous ego-squashing editor keels over at...

Jill Churchill has delighted fans for years with her Jane Jeffry mysteries. Jane is finally getting married to longtime boyfriend Mel, who's convinced her and her best friend Shelley to take a self-defense class. But when two people in the class are murdered, all thoughts of learning karate are put on hold. And of course, there's still that pesky matter of a wedding to plan.

Sleuths Jane Jeffry and Shelley Nowack of Chicago discover the body of a car salesman, only to have it disappear. Not only that, the salesman is safe and well. But the next day the salesman is killed. What's going on?

Widowed sleuth Jane Jeffry investigates the murder of a reporter who gate-crashed her Christmas caroling party in search of juicy scandals of suburban life. The list of suspects is a long one as the man was something of a muckraker.

Suburban single mom Jane Jeffry is thrilled when an on-location movie sets up in her own backyard. But in no time she's regretting the intrusion with all its clamorous ego-clashing. There's trouble brewing with the film's fading sex goddess star, her shady leading man and her pseudo-continental director--both of whom have shared more than billing with the demanding diva in the past. But when a blackmailing prop man turns up dead, it appears that someone...