Carolyn Arnold is the bestselling author of the Madison Knight series, the Brandon Fisher series, and the McKinley Mysteries. Her love for writing dates back to her teen years, but her passion was reignited in 2006 when a fellow employee said "tell me a story." Since then Carolyn has never looked back.

Her writing has since been compared to New York Times Bestsellers such as JD Robb, Mary Higgins Clark, Sue Grafton, Michael Connelly, Tess Gerritsen, and more.

Carolyn was born in 1976 in a rural town of Ontario, Canada, and she currently lives with her husband and two beagles in a city near Toronto.

The McKinleys Mystery Series Boxed Set 1-3 by Carolyn Arnold

The McKinleys...where mystery and romance meet.

From bestselling author, Carolyn Arnold, comes Sean and Sara McKinley.

The McKinley Mystery Series combines romance, mystery, humor, and adventure. They are free of foul language and graphic violence.

Enjoy this boxed set, which includes the first three McKinley Mysteries:

The Day Job is Murder (An introductory short story, approximately 13,000 words.)

Vacation is Murder (A novella, approximately 26,000 words.)

Money is Murder (A novella, approximately 28,000 words.)


For Sean McKinley, working in Albany PD Homicide is great except for one thing—he's in love with his partner Sara Cain. And even though she feels the same way about him, she convinced him they should just remain friends. Two years later, nothing has changed.

Yet, during the course of a murder investigation, when Sean finds out an old friend has died, it results in something that has the potential to change his life—and Sara's—forever.

It goes to prove one unexpected act of kindness has the power to ripple throughout the years and bring happiness...even when The Day Job is Murder.


There's only so much relaxation two former detectives can handle—even if they're on their honeymoon. With their recent fall into money, Sean and Sara McKinley should be living it up, enjoying the sun and beaches of Cancun. But heading into their third week they've had just about enough lying around.

When the husband of a couple they've befriended is kidnapped and held for ransom, it has the McKinleys putting their experience to use. As they set out in the unfamiliar landscape of paradise, the investigation will have them risking their lives to stop a killer.


Old Man Quinn left Sean more than his billions—he left him a murder to solve.

Inside the chest given to him from the executor of Quinn's Will, Sean finds a key and implicit instructions that the contents are for his eyes only. After Sean discovers where the key fits, he finds another letter—Quinn wants a closed case reopened, and Sean is shocked to learn who the victim was.

As Sean and his wife, Sara, uncover clues, it leads them from the back rooms of Quinn's corporation to the streets of New York City, but they will stop at nothing to get to the truth.


I actually stumbled upon the first book in the McKinley's Mystery series by accident. It was such a quick read that I was sad when it was over. These books aren't just a good read, they're an addiction. I knew that Carolyn's books would have to be included in this bundle because readers are going to want more. – Patricia Lee Macomber



  • "Captivating dose of mystery, intrigue and romance, perfect for a quick read that whets the readers' appetite for more of Sean and Sara's adventures!"

    – Amazon Kindle Reviewer
  • "I enjoyed the intertwining story lines as we raced toward the end — I can't wait for the full version and also subsequent books in the series. You got me hooked!"

    – Amazon Reviewer
  • "…engrossing and fun with subtle plot twists that keep you guessing. But not guessing too hard because the fun in the story is to just ride along with Sara and Sean…"

    "Fun, excitement, a touch of the whimsical and romance, and a twisted plot and you won't want to put this story down…"

  • "Fun, excitement, a touch of the whimsical and romance, and a twisted plot and you won't want to put this story down…"

    – Amazon Reviewer
  • "Perfect for a satisfying read while sunning by a pool, lying on a beach or relaxing anytime, this story combines the right dose of romance, adventure and mystery as this ex-cop/detective duo uses their brains and instincts to solve a murder case."

    – Amazon Reviewer
  • "If you want a story with a touch of romance, humor, and more twists and turns than you can count, you'll love this book…"

    – Amazon Reviewer


Excerpt, The Day Job, Chapter 1

Sean went to work every day, trying to forget the one issue he had with his job. It wasn't the fact the cases never got brighter. It wasn't the limited stretch of political tape and budgets governing every move. He was in love with his partner, Sara Cain, ever since she joined Albany PD Homicide two years ago.

He drove while Sara rode shotgun. He split his attention between the road and glancing over at her. Her birthday was in two days and he still had no idea what he was getting her for a gift, but between driving and his thoughts of that, he appreciated her good looks.

Unlike many of her female counterparts, who seemed to forget they were women once the uniform went on, Sara took care of herself. Her long dark hair was in a loose ponytail, but after shift, she let it fall in soft curls over her shoulders. Her eyes were shadowed in tans and browns and her lipstick was a subtle pink that matched her nails.

Her slender fingers hugged a to-go cup of coffee, and she tipped it back for a sip.

Sean gestured to her cup. "How many is that so far today?"

"Number three, and don't get on my case about it." She glanced over and smiled.

He laughed. "And it's only ten in the morning. Should I be proud of you?"

"Sean, it's my body, my choice."

"So it is, for now anyway." He winked at her.

"Now cut that out." Her words said one thing, but her softened facial features and the brush of her hand in the air said the opposite—she loved him too. As she had laid it out to him, if they controlled their feelings they could spend every day together without the complications of a romantic relationship. So here they were, years later, still friends but he never stopped wishing for something more.

"How are things going with whatshername anyhow?"

"Whatshername? You can't hide your jealousy at all, can you? Your memory is flawless."

"Fine. Nancy."

"Nancy who?"

She shifted in her seat. "You dumped another one?"

"You make it sound like I have a lot of affairs."

"No, I didn't mean it like that. You put up a wall like you're afraid of commitment, but I don't think you are. I think you're looking for Mrs. Right."

"I've already found her."

The words slipped out before he thought them through.

"Friends, remember?"

"Yes, I know." He hated the word. A few years ago, it would have been a different story, but now, having it come up in regards to the confined parameters of their relationship made his heart ache.

She took another draw on her coffee. "What did this one do, anyway?"

"She's a little attached to her cat, who she named Binkie."

"And for that you're not going to see her again?"

"I think that's a valid reason."

"All right. So it's on to the next. You know what it is? I think you're fussy."

"Well, that's my prerogative isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it is." Sara turned to look out the window.

With the ending of the conversation, Sean's mind settled on the case they were investigating. The victim, Mr. Cunningham, took a bullet to his chest. Crime Scene Investigators had discovered evidence that he had been tapping into his neighbor's cable, and racking up huge bills in pay-per-view movies and events. That made his neighbor, Colin Burton, the man they headed for now, their prime suspect.


Sean held up his badge to the receptionist, a petite lady in her mid-thirties. "We're looking for Colin Burton."

Sara noted how the woman smiled at Sean, and jealousy spiked through her system. He could have any woman he wanted, and she had to stop entertaining the notion it would ever be her. She had seen to that, hadn't she?

"I'll page him to the front immediately." The receptionist had a whimsical expression etched into her face and her jaw slid askew as her eyes went over Sean.

Sara glanced at him. He wasn't even six feet tall, but he was solid and muscular. He took care of himself, opting to drink only one mug of coffee a day, giving preference to a glass of orange juice over the popular caffeinated stimulant. His face was always shaven, his brown eyes clear and intelligent, and he exuded charm.

Sara's eyes went back to the woman and she smiled politely, while swallowing the inclination to glare at her instead. She cleared her throat.

"See, it's all that coffee you drink. It's not helping your immune system," Sean said.

She knew he was referring to her cough. "Uh-huh."


Colin Burton approached. He was a stocky man who basically waddled in, rather than walked. His deeply-set pale brown eyes focused on them.

They had spoken to him before, briefly, at his house, but hadn't taken him in for further questioning at the time. However, as they reviewed the case and discovered that the high cable bills nearly resulted in a bankruptcy claim, their interest in Burton increased.

Sean put his hand on Burton's shoulder. "We're going to need to take you downtown for some questioning."

"Am I under arrest?" He shrugged free of Sean's grip.

"You aren't yet, but we'd appreciate your cooperation."

The receptionist watched, with large eyes and a gaping mouth, as Sean lead Burton out the door.

She leaned over the counter and asked Sara, "He single?"


"Oh, even better. Give him my number." The woman quickly scribbled on a sticky note and passed it to Sara.

Sara smiled, but she had crumpled the paper into a tight ball in the palm of her hand by the time she got into the car.

"Watch your head." Sean guided Burton into the back seat.

"You haven't cuffed me. That means I'm not under arrest."

"If you'd like the full experience, I could put them on you."

Sara glanced over her shoulder to see Burton's face pale.

"Like I thought," Sean said and then made his way to the driver's seat, where he clicked up his belt, and turned the ignition.

"See, you could have any woman. She was interested." Sara pointed to the building.

"Sara, let it go. I don't need a matchmaking service." He paused to smile.

He must have sensed she was uncomfortable. Her fist clenched around the note. It would have a home in the first garbage can she came across.

He continued, "I've already made my stand cl—"

Burton vomited.

"Lovely. I'm not sure which is worse—the sound or the—oh, it's definitely the smell." Sean covered his mouth and lowered his foot on the gas.


Sara was bent over, inside the back of the department-issued sedan. "I can't believe we're still cleaning puke."

"Some days are better than others."

She smiled. "Leave it to you to always look at the bright side."

"We've just exchanged drunks for nervous murder suspects."

She laughed. He loved the way her eyes creased, and the way her nose wrinkled with the expression.

"Well, I consider that progress."

"Easy to say when you're not the one doing the cleaning." She tossed the used towels in the garbage, returned the cleaner to the shelf, then picked up her coffee cup, taking a draw.

"You insisted. We could have gotten a uniformed officer to take care of it."

"I know, but I don't like to do that."

"Yes, I know. Our car, our responsibility. You're too good to be real, you know that?"

"There you go again."

He shrugged and kept pace with her on the way to the interview room. Outside, she placed a hand on his forearm.

"Oh, I meant to tell you something." She glanced in at Burton, and then back to Sean. "It's probably poor timing now, but you still have time."

She peered into his eyes and seemed to be studying them, assessing something. What, he wasn't sure. So, while she probed his eyes, he appreciated the color of hers—brown with flecks of green and gold.

"I was reading the obits this morning and I came across the name Douglas Quinn. You knew him, didn't you? I remember you mentioning him."

His breathing paused. Old Man Quinn. It had been a long time since he'd heard that name, but he'd never forget him.

"His funeral is this afternoon at three o'clock. You have time to make it."

"Nah, I have, we have—what happened?"

"The piece read 'he died peacefully at home, at the age of eighty-three.'" She touched Sean's arm. "It's okay. Go. I can take care of this."

Guilt weighed him down. It had been years—over a decade—since he'd last seen him. Sean was twenty-two when they first met and he'd be thirty-three this coming September. The sad part was he wouldn't even have known about Quinn's death if it wasn't for Sara's strange habit of reading the obituaries.

"Go on. I can tell you want to." Concern laced her eyes. "Do you want me to go with you? You know, as a friend, for support?"

There was that word, again. Friend. It must have entered conversation twenty times a shift.

Sean leaned against the window and looked into the interview room. Burton was biting his fingernails. The bad habit made Sean shiver in disgust.

He looked back to Sara. "I should go."

"Well then, go."

He nodded slowly, saddened by Quinn's death. They had been close for a time, but life got busy and their visits weaned off to non-existence—Sean's fault, not Quinn's. But he still remembered their first meeting like it was yesterday. It was around Christmas, and he was only a beat cop at the time.