What big teeth you have… this Little Red Riding Hood retelling has a little magick, a lot of wolf, and a howling good mystery!
I’m the witchy version of the Caped Crusader, and I have the red cloak to prove it. This garment has healing powers, but neither it nor my personal magick can treat the injured wolf I find on my doorstep.
While tending his wounds, I discover he’s the stuff of legends—a shifter who also happens to be the new town veterinarian I’ve been anxious to meet. His past, however, is as clouded as his memory.
As I teach him about his inner wolf and uncover his deepest secrets, a murder rocks our sleepy town. All evidence points to a forest creature with sharp claws and big teeth…
The full moon is rising, and it looks like it’s up to me to prevent further harm. Can I uncover the culprit behind the killings? Or will I end up a snack for a hungry wolf?More info →
It was hard enough serving as my witchy cat’s familiar when we only had to deal with threats we could see. Now he’s gotten himself into a bitter feud with a newly dispatched ghost, leaving me to wonder… How in the heck are we supposed to defeat this thing?
I miss the simple days when all I had to worry about was finishing my thesis paper and not getting fired from my part-time job as a barista.
And, yeah, even though I didn’t choose the magic life, it sure as heck chose me. Now all I have to do is to keep myself alive long enough to appreciate some of the perks.More info →
Something’s up with the Paranormal Temp Agency, and I’m going to find out what that is. For my last two assignments, the cat boss Mr. Fluffikins had to drag me in kicking and screaming. This time around, I’m all too willing to play their little game. It’s high time I learned why they plucked me from my ordinary everyday life and thrust me into this crazy new world filled with danger and magic.
But it’s not going to be easy. Especially when the PTA orders me to help resident vampire Connie investigate a new coven that’s just popped up in our sleepy little town of Beech Grove. For this mission, they grant me temporary vampire status—and all the perks and the punishments that come with it.
The real kicker? If we don’t solve this one soon, I could be stuck as an immortal monster forever…
But that’s just how it goes when you’re a part-time vampire.More info →
My name is Gracie Springs, and I am not a witch… but I’m pretty sure my cat is. I first started to get suspicious when he jumped just a little too high while chasing after a robin in our front yard. I knew for sure when he opened up his mouth and addressed me by name!
The first thing he told me? That he doesn’t like the name I gave him—even though “Fluffy” fits him like a warm sweater at Christmas. Now we’ve compromised on “Merlin the Magical Fluff,” which according to him references his long and proud lineage just fine.
After that small matter was settled, he informed me that I must uphold his secret or risk spending the rest of my life in some magical prison. I agreed, not knowing it would turn into a full-time job of covering his tracks and fibbing our way out of some pretty tight spots.
When my boss at the local coffee shop turns up dead as a dormouse, things go from challenging to practically impossible… especially since all my coworkers seem to think I’m to blame.
Here’s hoping my witchy cat can charm our way out of this one, because right now it looks like I’m cursed if I do and charged with murder if I don’t. Yikes!More info →
Running a thrift store is so much better than cleaning houses, so when The Treasure Trove goes up for sale, my bestie and I jump at the chance to buy it. After all, this is our chance to give up the toilet brushes and feather dusters for good.
Lucky for us, our grand re-opening coincides with the opening ceremonies of the Blueberry Bay Days Festival. With tourists flocking to town for the events, we’re sure to get a sales boost, and our new business will be booming in no time.
But nothing in the Cooper's Cove Small Business Owner's guide prepared us for what to do if a dead body turns up in your dumpster full of dust bunnies. To make things worse, some of my closest friends top the list of suspects. And did I mention that my parents are in town?
Now, Hazel and I are too busy solving a murder to enjoy the festival. Even worse, it looks like the killer’s set their sights on me!
Can we find a way to solve the crime without adding our own names to the body count?More info →
My name’s Lisa Lewis, and the day my biggest dream came true was the day my life went completely off the rails.
Growing up, I always wanted to be an artist. I was good at it and worked hard to make it happen. But on the day of my first minor gallery showing, a freak storm trapped me alone with my paintings… and they came to life.
I always thought my cute and colorful characters were the stuff of fairytale fantasies, but now I know better. Especially since I’m the only one who can see and communicate with them and everyone else is beginning to think I’ve gone crazy. Maybe I have!
When my old college professor winds up murdered, I embark on a journey through portfolio pages past in a rush to solve the case. If I can’t find the proof I’m looking for—and fast—I just may end up in jail… or committed.
Can these “pigments” of my imagination help clear my name before it’s too late?More info →
I’m Mags McAllister, and I am an honest-to-goodness modern-day candlestick maker. I work in my family’s shop in the historic district of Larkhaven, Georgia, and also make a pretty penny from sharing videos of my process online.
My life is simple, quiet, and all mine… until a white cat with mismatched eyes shows up outside my shop and refuses to leave. When I take him home, things get really weird. As in, I can now see things and people that were never there before.
It gets even freakier when a voiceless spirit introduces herself to me via a handwritten letter. This specter claims that I share her name and will also share her fate if we can’t solve the mystery that’s haunted our town since 1781… and quickly, because she won’t be able to maintain her strength for much longer.
Talk about a cold case! Can I actually find a way to free my eighteenth-century counterpart? Or has my new feline companion just signed my death warrant by opening my eyes to the secret supernatural plane in our otherwise sleepy small town?More info →
The name’s Good, Guy Good. And yes, I’ve heard all the jokes. Unfortunately, choosing names for boys has never mattered much to my family, because we were all born without magic.
Now as a single father to a four-year-old princess in training, I’m trying to do better.
That’s not always easy, thanks to my nosy, no-good neighbor who is always causing trouble for us. Then she goes and does the worst thing yet—she gets murdered. And leaves me as the primary suspect.
Now I’ve got a witchy cop and her black cat familiar hot on my trail as I dig into this small town’s magical secrets to find out who really did the deed. But how can a simple, non-magical son of a witch like me, single out just one suspect when it seems that everyone had a motive to whack this witch?
If you love page-turning whodunits with feline sidekicks and a sprinkle of magic, you’ll love F.M. Storm’s newest twist on the genre.More info →
After my last assignment almost killed me, I thought I was done with the Paranormal Temp Agency. Turns out we were just getting started…
The board of paranormal liaisons is down a member, leaving Beech Grove vulnerable to outside magical influence. Worse still, the stray cats who work as our field agents are disappearing from the streets—and they’re not winding up in shelters.
Now my boss, a black cat named Mr. Fluffikins, has ordered me to go undercover as a phony psychic and find out what’s happening to the missing feline agents.
Last week I didn’t even know magic existed; this week it’s up to me to help save it.
Yup, all in a day’s work for this part-time psychic.More info →
My name is Tawny Bigford. I’m 35, single, and I love hot showers. Seriously, all I wanted was a hot shower to start my day off right, but when I went to confront my landlady about the broken plumbing, I wound up talking to her corpse instead.
Now everyone thinks I’m to blame for her murder—not the best way to make an impression on the new neighbors, let me tell you. But how can I prove I’m innocent when I know practically nothing about the woman I supposedly killed?
Especially not the fact that she was the official Beech Grove Town Witch. Her former boss—a snarky black cat named Mr. Fluffikins—says I have to fill her vacated role until the real killer can be caught and brought to justice.
So, whether I like it or not, I’ve just been recruited to the Paranormal Temp Agency. Now I need to solve my landlady’s murder, figure out how to wield my newly granted powers, and maybe even find a way to fit in around here.
Yup. All in a day’s work for this novice witch.More info →
I have THE best witchy power ever… Books talk to me.
I’ve been curious about book aficionado Leo Kingsley since we first met, and it’s not only because I want to check out his famous library. My witchy power is aching to see what his books have to tell me.
But things get really interesting when I find a "normal" book. As in mute. As in not speaking to me. This NEVER happens. Needing to know what it has to say, I approach Leo, unknowingly setting off a magickal chain of events that lead to a beast of a secret, and I’m not just referring to the wild animals that begin suddenly attacking the townsfolk.
Can I uncover the mystery of who is controlling them and why? Or will this hairy situation be too much for me to handle?More info →
My name is Esme Hightower, and I talk to dead people. That is, when they’re actually willing to talk.
You see, I’m not a full-on psychic medium yet, but I’m super close in nabbing the job of my dreams. I just need a few more satisfied clients to satisfy the requirements and…
In walks a shape-shifting hunk with a bone to pick, who just also happens to be my long-ago sweetheart. He needs me to find out who killed his brother, and saying no could mean kissing my career ambitions bye-bye forever. But when the target spook refuses to cooperate, I find out I’ve bitten off way more than I can chew with this one.
Will it cost me my job? My second chance at love? Or even my life? I’m really not looking forward to finding out.More info →