Wilberforce Kemp is a private detective. He's not especially good at it, and he has a drink-chugging demon to keep fed, but he's a private detective all the same and that means when a beautiful red-head comes into his decaying office and pays him to dig up a missing boyfriend, it's his job to find the guy...even if he kinda wants the red-head all to himself. In a case that will bring him elbow-to-elbow with all the low-lives he's been drinking to avoid, Wil Kemp is up to his neck in trouble all over again. This pastiche of the hard-boiled detective trope brings romance and sarcasm a-plenty.

Julie Holms has it all, if "all" means living in the shadow of her beautiful best friend, her obnoxious sister, and her bewilderingly-obsessed-with-wheatgerm Mummy. She's got an eBay habit, a wardrobe that occupies dimensions bigger than her flat, and a coat everyone in Marketing thinks is very Last Year, but her life is about to become far too exciting by way of mysterious strangers on rooftops, That Cute One From Marketing, and possibly one or two things she thought only happened in the movies...like werewolves.