"In December 2003, Luke Ryder, the stepfather of acclaimed filmmaker Guy Howard, was found dead in the garden of their suburban family home. Guy was only a child, asleep upstairs at the time of the murder. His mother and two half sisters were also in the house that night -- but all swear they saw nothing. Despite a high-profile police investigation and endless media attention, no suspect was ever charged, and Guy's family has been haunted ever since....

When Amelia Earhart accidentally time travels back to ancient Greece, Abby and her stepbrother, Doc, must persuade her to return to her own time and finish her solo flight across the Atlantic Ocean.

When a spaceship carrying Neil Armstrong accidentally time travels to 1869 Texas, cowboy Nat Love decides to trade in his horse for a trip to the Moon, and stepsiblings Abby and Doc must untwist history and get everyone back to their own time.

When I first met my stepmother, I was a little suspicious. All stepmothers are supposed to be wicked! Evil! Downright B-A-D BAD! Or at least, that's what the stories say. So I thought I knew just what to expect from mine. But my stepmother didn't seem to be any of those things. She helped me paint my room. She left me notes in my lunch box. She baked my favorite lemon squares. Is it possible I might have been wrong about stepmothers?