My wedding was perfect--until it wasn't. A lost ring and a dead body could ruin even the happiest of days. Picture this: I, Glinda Goodall, soon to be Glinda Harrison, was standing at the altar, moments away from saying "I do." And that's when it happened. In the midst of the ceremony, my faithful companion, Iggy, a talking pink iguana and my trusted familiar, managed to misplace the ring. How, you ask? Well, in the process of investigating the shocking discovery of a lifeless body beneath a church pew, he accidentally swallowed the ring. Talk about wedding day drama! Naturally, the wedding...

A distant family relation, a shadowy haunted house, and untold secrets come together to put the Pink Iguana Sleuths on a collision course with the supernatural. Greetings from Witch's Cove, Florida. Hi, I'm Glinda Harrison, not your average sleuth. As the co-owner of the Pink Iguana Sleuths, and a practicing witch, my methods are... unconventional. One of my partners in crime-solving is more unique than most. Iggy is my talking pink iguana who offers his insights that are often rather snarky. Together with my husband, Jaxson, we're an unbeatable team. Our next case is about to lead us into ...

How far would you go not to age? Would you commit murder? Well, someone decided to. Welcome to Witch’s Cove, where the strangest of cases occur. Murder often abounds, but so does time travel, shifters, and evil warlocks. When the elegant Alexandria Coronado asks for my help in finding her pink pearl necklace that was stolen from the Magic Wand Hotel, I had no idea it would involve murder, scuba diving, and a massive empire. Because our sheriff suspects magic is involved, he is willing to join forces with the Pink Iguana sleuths. That’s where I come in. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, and ...

Finding a dead body in the wall of our new candy shop was strange enough, but then someone from the past returns with a pink ribbon I’d left on my very strange Christmas trip to Ohio. As a founding member of The Pink Iguana Sleuths of Witch’s Cove, I thought I’d seen it all, but I was wrong. When the sheriff’s department files this as a cold case, my curiosity gets the best of me. What else is new? It also didn’t help that my talking pink iguana is insisting that I look into it. When a corpse is fairly warm, it’s easy to come up with who wanted this person dead. Motives are ...

Birthdays should be happy. Mine was until a magical ring caused me to see many, many ghosts. It was a present from my mom. She’d found the ring that her mom had asked her to pass down to me, tucked away in a closet. The stone was a match to my pink pendant. Dare I hope it was magical, too? Turns out it was, because when I tried it on, I saw them—them being about ten ghosts floating around in my aunt’s restaurant. Oh, my. Naturally, I couldn’t wait to find out what was going on. It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen ghosts before, just not so many at one time. Note: I took off the ring ...

A scary night. A really weird theft. And some very unexpected helpers—or not-so-helpful helpers. Picture this: Halloween night at the cemetery. Full moon with fog creeping along the ground mixed with the intermittent sound of owls. Scary, right? It was nothing compared to what was to happen next. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, part owner of the Pink Iguana Sleuths, and I’m not afraid of death. Heck, my parents own the town’s funeral home. But when someone takes the pink granite tombstone of one of the town’s richest widows, I can’t help but wonder what kind of evil person or being did ...

A dead body on the beach and no suspects. Not the way a sleuth should start her day. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, part-time waitress and part-time sleuth. Oh yeah, I’m a witch with a talking pink iguana who thinks he’s a detective. A few weeks ago, my seventeen-year-old cousin moved in with me (long story). Her passion? Taking photos. She’s a witch too, but she refuses to acknowledge it—until she starts to hear voices in her head. When the dead man turns out to be her photo teacher, I have to help her find out who killed him. This obsession to learn his identity forces Rihanna to ...

A wacky parrot, a poisoned pink dessert, and a roomful of suspects. Merry Christmas to me! I finally get to meet my fiancé’s parents, and what happens? At the welcome party, a neighbor is murdered right under our noses. Since Jaxson and I run the Pink Iguana Sleuth Agency, we shouldn’t be too shocked. We deal with dead people quite a lot. Sheriff June Waters is not amused when we try to help solve the crime, but hey, we aren’t going to stand by and do nothing. But boy, do I miss my gossip queens and the cooperation of our sheriff in Witch's Cove. However, we would adapt. What we ...

Death by poison is not a good way to go—unless the punch tastes good. My ten-year high school reunion was supposed to be fun—seeing old friends and maybe even making a few new ones. And I was really looking forward to spending an evening with Jaxson’s brother, Drake, again. Too bad, when we entered the dance, one of Drake’s friends was lying dead on the floor covered in pink punch. Sure Kyle Covington was a very rich investor who’d made his share of enemies but had any of them been at the reunion? Considering Drake’s connection with the deceased, what kind of friend would I be ...

Witch’s Cove might have a rejected gargoyle familiar and a vandalized yarn shop, but even murder can’t stop this love story. As an amateur sleuth, who happens to be a witch, I, Glinda Goodall, eventually get to the bottom of the whodunits. But when a gargoyle goes missing from atop a church, I don’t know where to begin to look. If that wasn’t troublesome enough, a vandal has strung pink yarn across the French-inspired yarn shop. Was it kids again? Or someone more nefarious? My only hope of figuring out this mystery is to join the women’s knitting group. I’m such a sucker for ...