Whoever said that ghosts exist must be out of their mind. Oh, wait. That was me. I said that. If you'd told me yesterday that ghosts were real, I would have smiled, nodded, and called a shrink to fix your deluded little mind. Now it's my turn to question my sanity when the ghost of my best friend turns up in my apartment. Was it the tequila shots the night before causing this apparition? Or one too many bumps to the head — let's face it, clumsy is my middle name; it really wouldn't surprise me if I'd done some irreparable damage to my grey matter over the years. Now I have to accept that the paranormal does, in fact, exist. But sadly, my ghost friend is lacking something besides his body. His memory. He doesn't know how he died but suspects foul play, and he wants my help to find his killer. I can't refuse, I'm a sucker for a good mystery, and the chance to bring my friend's killer to justice is too good to pass up....

She's an ex-assassin. He's ex-military. Together they are Clean Scene Inc, where blood splatter matters, and these vamps, along with their adorable vampire kitty, are on the case.

Holly Day, aka Twitch the Witch, has a target on her back. When Cody Pendant, a black market occult dealer, is murdered, no-one is surprised. Cody was a fraud and a conman who had ripped off almost everyone he'd ever done business with. When her address is found on his body, Holly is convinced the killer is closing in. On her. Deciding life is better if you're living, she makes plans. Big plans. Plans such as renovating her house. Baking bread. And exploring exactly why her heart skips more than a beat whenever the sexiest lawman she's ever seen is near. But first she needs to figure out if Cody's killer is the same supernatural assassin out to get her. Easy, right?

Harper Jones has it all. Or so she thought, until a series of events sends her world spiraling out of control. In less than twenty-four hours, she loses her witch's license, her job, and her fiancé. Returning to her magical hometown of Whitefall Cove for Christmas with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heart, she's determined to enjoy the holiday and start the new year afresh. Her plans go haywire fast when her old nemesis and high school bully Whitney Sims turns up dead, and Harper is implicated in her murder. Between a detective who doesn't appreciate her amateur sleuthing skills, running a bookstore she purchased on a whim, and studying to re-sit her witch's exam, Harper has her hands full. She's determined to find out whodunit, and clear her name, but she quickly finds the murderer has other plans.

Is a quiet life in the magical town of Whitefall Cove too much to ask? Apparently, for Harper Jones, it is. With the annual fundraising ball on the horizon, all of Harper's dreams go up in smoke. Just as her grandmother gears up to finally take down the Decadent Desserts Competition reigning winner, the former victor is found dead. With Gran as the number one suspect, Harper has her hands full trying to clear her grandmother's name while also attempting to keep two covens from taking out the other. But these feuding covens, filled with cranky, elderly witches, will stop at nothing to prove who has more power and spark. As spells backfire and the town feels the wrath, can Harper uncover the Whitefall Cove murderer before the next spell is cast?

Amateur sleuth, PI in training, ghost whisperer. That's me. Audrey Fitzgerald, ghost detective. I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that I can not only communicate with ghosts, but animals too. Well, one in particular, my big gray teddy bear of a cat, Thor. What I haven't worked out yet is how to keep my newfound abilities a secret from the townsfolk of Firefly Bay. When I'm hired by the president of the local historical society to find a missing necklace, I figured I finally had a case that didn't require ghostly interference. After all, how hard could it be to find a missing piece of jewelry? Things turn complicated real fast when the necklace turns up in the most unexpected of places and my client turns up dead. Now I'm up to my neck in ghostly chatter, I have a murder to solve, my PI exams are looming, I'm worried I may have to put Thor on a diet, and I think I've accidentally fallen for Captain Cowboy Hot...

Broom rage, failed rituals, and planted bodies... How in the Goddess's name did I get stuck at the Bewildered Retirement Home in Hexville, Kentucky? One word. Baba Yaga. Actually, that's two, and it's a name, not a word, but whatever. I thought my stint as a magic Bounty Hunter was over, but it appears Baba Yaga has other ideas. I can do as she suggests and investigate the shenanigans going down in the Bewitched Retirement Home where paranormals prep for the supernatural afterlife, or I can find myself enjoying some quality me-time back in the pokey. Easy choice. Turns out someone has been planting bodies in Flora, the plant Goddess's garden, and she's not happy about it. And who can blame her, although I have to say her hydrangeas are looking incredible! But Witches aren't the only residents of Bewildered. Now I'm up to my neck in fury harpies, chaos fairies, slayer elves, and Bog Dragons....