Sage Caplin, owner of the Ground Rules coffee truck in Portland, investigates after she discovers a man's body with his throat slashed in front of her business while trying to keep her estranged, con-artist mother at bay. Portland, Oregon. Sage Caplin has high hopes for her coffee cart, Ground Rules. Her business partner, Harley, is a genius at roasting beans and devising new blends. Then Sage finds a customer's body in front of her cart, a fatal...

"Cade Elgin has a life and career in New York City, and she's determined to get back to both as soon as possible after her aunt's funeral in Portland. However, when she unexpectedly inherits her aunt's sex toy store -- and has to save it from foreclosure -- Cade realizes she's not going anywhere. But making Satisfaction Guaranteed profitable won't be as easy as Cade had hoped. Her new partner has an infuriating lack of business sense, and an infuriating...

"When the cousin of underworld figure Hugo Poole is found shot to death in his Portland, Oregon, home, police find nothing at the scene except several long strands of blond hair. Hotel security tapes from his last vacation show a young blond woman entering and leaving his room."--Back cover.

Kelly Spence, an at-risk teen and tagger, is four stories up at 3:00 one morning when she looks down and witnesses the brutal murder of a woman in the parking lot below. Unluckily the killer spies her but Kelly escapes. Desperate to stay anonymous, she seeks help from someone on the street she trusts, but soon she finds his mutilated body and becomes even more afraid. Cal is drawn into the case by his volatile Cuban friend and landlord who is devastated...

"Cal Claxton is determined to reinvent himself as a small town lawyer in the aftermath of his wife's suicide. Once a hardcharging L.A. prosecutor, he now lives in an old farmhouse overlooking the Oregon wine country. When a scruffy, tattooed kid shows up asking for help in solving his mother's cold case murder, Cal wants to say no. But the kid, who calls himself Picasso, has ridden a bike from Portland, and something about his determination touches...

A thirteen-year-old girl and her father live in Forest Park, an enormous nature preserve in Portland, Oregon. They inhabit an elaborate cave shelter, wash in a nearby creek, store perishables at the water's edge, use a makeshift septic system, tend a garden, even keep a library of sorts. Once a week they go to the city to buy groceries and otherwise merge with the civilized world. But one small mistake allows a backcountry jogger to discover them,...

"An elderly man [is] reunited with his daughter [after encountering] various tragedies, dog bites, lakes moving through the wilderness, [and] ghosts. Pete returns to Portland to create familial friction that leads to a cluster of reality-bending wonders and terrors that only Pete can summon. It is a crushing story, told with devastating economy and depth of feeling"--

Struggling to move past his traumatic encounters with serial killer Gretchen Lowell, Archie Sheridan investigates a murder involving a brutally tortured victim before he is contacted by Lowell, who claims to have inside information about the case.

"Born in Missouri more than a century ago and raised in a Pentecostal orphanage, the creature now calling himself Gelson Verber has changed his name countless times. He's part-werewolf, and makes his living hunting certain kinds of bad men-criminals, rapists, thugs-in an often grotesque parody of the natural order. Verber is clearly suffering from the kinds of things a werewolf would be uniquely vulnerable to in the modern world: the horror of war,...

"Julian Strickland is seemingly the lone Black man in the hipster dreamland of Portland, Oregon. To his friends, he's the coolest member of the scene: the soulful drummer from Chicago in an indie rock band that's just about to break through. But to himself, he's a sheltered Christian homeschool kid who used to write book reports on Leviticus. A virgin until the night of his marriage, divorced at twenty-four, he's still in disarray two years later...