Jeannie Wycherley

Toby dog suddenly has plenty to say for himself. The only witness to the brutal murder of his owner, Toby is hexed by a woman with evil intentions. “Speak to none but me”, she tells him. Wretched and misunderstood, he’s incarcerated in the local pound....

Yip! Yip! Yoo-ray! Toby’s back for a new adventure! It’s not everyday that a dog launches his own criminal investigation. But Toby’s not an everyday kind of dog. When he’s alerted to a local case of puppynapping, Toby tries to get his humans to take action.

Without Zilla, there'd be no witches zooming around on their broomsticks and nobody would be allowed an exotic animal as a familiar. She grants permits for a living. Okay, it's not riveting stuff but it's important.

The producers of Witchflix TV favorite The Great Witchy Cake Off are searching for somewhere new to base the filming of their next series. Naturally, Alfhild Daemonne, a long time fan of all things cakey, invites them to Whittle Inn.

Heather Keynes’ teenage son died in a tragic car accident. Or so she thinks....

Dodo was dead. And there the matter should have rested. At least for DS Elise Liddell. By rights it has nothing to do with her, but someone killed the poor man and, as Elise can resist everything except a good puzzle (and a shot of Blue Goblin vodka), here she is tangled up in a case....

Would-be investigative journalist, Clarissa Page, and her sammich-obsessed spellbound hound, Toby, are making little headway in their hunt for the nasty witch, Miranda Dervish....

Estranged from her witch mother, and having committed to little in her 30 years, Alf surprises herself when she decides to start a new life. She heads deep into the English countryside, intent on making a success of the once popular inn....

Toby, a schnauzer-collie-whippet-terrier-thingie, is not averse to gnawing on a chunky bone. But even he draws the line when it's a knee bone…connected to the thigh bone...of a zombie!

Toby the dog can smell death. When someone assaults his elderly neighbor and leaves her for dead, Spellbound Hound Toby is devastated....

Alf has tried to banish her demons. And her ghosts. But memories of her recent past linger and keep her awake. Every night it’s the same. Insomnia. When she does eventually drift off, she’s woken almost immediately by a sobbing spirit. He says he's lost....

Elise Liddell is no country girl, but she’s not averse to the existence of rabbits. Especially cute and fluffy white ones. But there’s one on the loose in Tumble Town. And that particular sweet bunny turns out to be a harbinger of death....

Since giving up the booze—bar a small hiccup here and there—ex-Ministry of Witches Detective Elise Liddell hasn’t had much call to hang out in bars. So, imagine her surprise when the generally antagonistic landlord of the Pig and Pepper calls on her for assistance....

Welcome to Tumble Town, where the shadows know your name. And that's not necessarily a good thing....

Whittle Inn is up and running and gaining in popularity. Proud owner Alfhild Daemonne can afford to relax, can’t she? Apparently not....

Horrified Alfhild Daemonne, recently returned from a holiday overseas, is keen to find out who the unfortunate victim was and how they died. After all, she might need to make reparations to the victim's family for an atrocity one of her ancestors committed.

Whittlecombe. A charming and peaceful village in the south west part of England. All thatched cottages and winding country lanes, triangle sandwiches, cream teas, and picture postcard perfection. But people are dropping like flies. It’s just the flu, right? Could be....

Water, water everywhere...but not a drop to drink. Alfhild Daemonne's beloved Speckled Wood is dying. Worse, Mr Hoo is sick! In fact, several Whittlecombe villagers are seriously ill, and the problem appears to be with the water....

Lisa’s mother is dying. But Lisa doesn’t care.... Now in her early 40s, and with her life disintegrating around her, she’s been forced to return to her childhood home where the memories of her father and brother have long been repressed....

Whittlecombe – ein charmantes, friedliches Dorf im Südwesten Englands, mit reetgedeckten Häuschen, verwinkelten Gassen, leckeren Käse-Sandwiches und dem traditionellen Tee am Nachmittag. Doch plötzlich werden die Bewohner krank, einer nach dem anderen. Bestimmt ist es nur die Grippe, oder?