From best-selling Brazilian novelist Patrícia Melo comes a genre-defying tale of women in the Amazon and their reckoning with brutal oppression―by turns poetic, humorous, dark, and inspiring.

The Simple Art of Killing a Woman vividly conjures the epidemic of femicide in Brazil, the power women can hold in the face of overwhelming male violence, the resilience of community despite state-sponsored degradation, and the potential of the jungle to save us all.

To escape her newly aggressive lover, a young lawyer accepts an assignment in the Amazonian border town of Cruzeiro do Sul. There, she meets Carla, a local prosecutor, and Marcos, the son of an indigenous woman, and learns about the rampant attacks on the region’s women, which have grown so commonplace that the cases quickly fill her large notebook. What she finds in the jungle is not only persistent racism, patriarchy, and deforestation, but a deep longing for answers to her enigmatic past. Through the ritual use of ayahuasca, she meets a chorus of Icamiabas, warrior women bent on vengeance―and gradually, she recovers the details of her own mother’s early death.

The Simple Art of Killing a Woman resists categorization: it is a series of prose poems lamenting the real-life women murdered by so many men in Brazil; a personal search for history, truth, and belonging; and a modern, exacting, and sometimes fantastical take on very old problems that, despite our better selves, dog us the world over.

In a world where magic is bound by colour, one boy awakens with none.

The Empire of Ithuriel stands divided among seven Orders of magic, each jealously guarding its power and weaving a sacred lie: that the Void beyond the Veil is only destruction. But the truth is far older and far more dangerous. The Void was once the Source itself—radiant, whole—until betrayal shattered it into hunger and silence.

Ren Cael, an orphan abandoned at a village inn, never expected more than a quiet life of chores and lantern festivals. But when a knife meant for his throat halts midair at his unspoken command—without colour, without incantation—his life unravels. Declared an anomaly by Archmagister Corvallis and dragged before the Academy, Ren discovers that he is not fire, not shadow, not storm—he is something else. Something feared. Something erased from the histories.

Placed among the Orderless—students cast out from every Colour—Ren finds allies as strange as himself: Kael, a flame-born warrior with too much defiance for Ignari discipline; Riven, a scion of nobility whose poise hides a blade; Silas, an Umbrancy exile walking with shadows; Tyven, an alchemical prodigy too reckless for Verdara; and Lira, a silver-haired seer whose visions may already know his fate. Together, they begin to uncover the Empire's deepest secret: the Rift did not destroy magic—it only twisted it. And what sleeps beneath the Isle may yet awaken.

Visions plague Ren—a white flame split into seven, the betrayal of the Devoured, and a staff cradling a flame without colour. The Orders watch him as a weapon, a heresy, or a last hope. And beyond the Veil, something older stirs. It knows his name. It has been waiting.

To restore balance, Ren must decide: hide with the ones he has grown to love, or step into the rift between worlds and risk everything to mend what was broken. But to heal the Source, he may have to unseal the very wound bleeding darkness—and summon what has slept for millennia.

The Rifted is the opening volume of The Riftborn Chronicles—an epic fantasy of shattered truths and forbidden magic, perfect for readers of The Wheel of Time, The Death Gate Cycle, and Daughter of the Empire. Rich worldbuilding, a revolutionary magic system, and characters bound by love, exile, and prophecy drive this tale of belonging, betrayal, and the thin line between salvation and ruin.

From debut author Nishita Parekh, a fresh take on the classic locked-room thriller, about a multigenerational Indian American family marooned in a house with a murderer during Hurricane Harvey

Hurricane Harvey is about to hit Houston. Meanwhile, single mom Jia Shah is already having a rough week: her twelve-year-old son, Ishaan, has just been suspended from school for getting in a fight. Still reeling from the fallout of her divorce--their move to Houston, her family's disapproval, the struggle to make ends meet on her own--now Jia is worried about Ishaan's future, too. Will her solo parenting be enough? Doesn't a boy need a father?

And now their apartment complex is under a mandatory evacuation order. Jia's sister, Seema, has invited them to hunker down in her fancy house in Sugar Land, and despite Jia's misgivings--Seema's husband, Vipul, has been just a little too friendly with her lately--Jia concedes it's probably the best place to keep Ishaan safe during the hurricane. With Jia's philandering ex scrutinizing her every move, all too eager to snatch back custody of Ishaan, she can't afford to make a mistake.

When Vipul's brother and his wife show up on Seema's doorstep, too, it's a recipe for disaster. Grandma, the family matriarch, has never been shy about playing favorites among her sons and their wives. As the storm escalates, tensions rise quickly, and soon someone's dead. Was it a horrible accident or is there a murderer in their midst?

With no help available until the floodwaters recede in the morning, Jia must protect her son and identify the culprit before she goes down for a crime she didn't commit--or becomes the next victim. . . .

A champagne-sparkling summer read about two very different women planning their children’s wedding in glamorous Montecito, California.

You’re invited...to a delightful modern comedy of manners about two moms, the best-laid plans, and one very memorable wedding.

Penelope and Chase make a lovely couple. She’s a bubbly Southern California girl with killer work ethic. Chase is smart and charming and has political aspirations. They’re planning a spectacular California wedding, wrapped in peonies and thousands of little white lights, soaked in custom cocktails and romantic hashtags. Everyone’s excited about Penny and Chase’s wedding­­­­­­—except their mothers.

The Mother of the Bride, suave Greek-born Alexa Diamandis, doesn’t understand why any woman would get married. Ever! Raised in Athens and now perfectly situated in sun-splashed Montecito, California, she raised Penny as single mother by choice, supported by Lord Simon Fox, her old college friend who just happens to be an English aristocrat, and a wealthy circle of lady friends who call themselves the Merry Widows.

The Mother of the Groom, Abigail Blakeman, is a garden club stalwart firmly planted in coastal Connecticut. She thinks the whole enterprise would be so much easier if the wedding was at their golf club. Especially because the Blakeman’s fortunes have taken a turn for the worse—not that you would ever know it by looking at Abigail. Keeping up appearances is exhausting, but it is everything.

But when a sudden twist of fate calls them into action, these two very different women are forced to take over the wedding planning. Despite their differences, Alexa and Abigail charge in to save the day. How far will two moms go to make their children’s dream wedding a reality?