Two little girls stand with their heads bowed in my living room. I’m told they’re my granddaughters. Daisy is nine, and Alice seven. Daisy is the spitting image of her mother. This is the first time I’ve met them since my daughter and I fell out after she married that waste of space, Vince. They’ve come to live with me because their mother — my daughter — was murdered. In her own home while they slept close by. I think Vince killed her. But the police can’t prove it. I’ve always known he was no good. He treated my daughter like dirt. I said he’d cheat on her — but she wouldn’t listen.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Who is Audrey Hoedemaker? It's a question her sister Maureen has heard more times than she can count, and she doesn't know what the short answer would be. Little sister, troubled teen, backpacker, musical theatre coach, con artist, childcare worker. Murderer. A tragic, traumatic childhood casts a long shadow on the Hoedemaker sisters. Maureen has worked hard to move beyond the violence of the past and build a good, honest life for herself. Audrey, however, just can't seem to do the same, careening from one state of chaos to another.

After the killing of a prominent mob lawyer, NYPD homicide detectives Jacob Jackson and Caitlin Grimes start receive chilling, written “rules” for how to commit the perfect murder. "Rule number one for the perfect murder: Evidence is your enemy. Leave none behind." Jackson (Reid Scott) and Grimes (Cobie Smulders) race to find the killer, setting them on a collision course with the city’s crime underbelly, and a perpetrator who seems happy to toy with them. “Rule number two. No crimes of passion. The perfect murder is always business, never pleasure.”

Kidnappers grabbed Jenna in broad daylight, right in front of her children and their horrified classmates. Her family was issued an insane ransom demand: $25 million in cash and jewels, payable by the end of the school day, otherwise they’ll never see her again. As Jenna’s mother scrambles to gather the money, detectives Mo Butler and George Ortega follow the trail of the kidnappers, which will lead them through a sordid landscape of jealous lovers, broken dreamers, and twisted schemers. But every second counts, and there’s one thing Jenna Wade doesn’t have: very much time.

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 ...

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 ...

A movie production in Witch’s Cove, a talking bad boy raccoon, and a dead leading lady. Just your typical day in paradise. I am so excited that I am going to be in a movie! So what if it’s not much of a speaking part? Just being around celebrities will be awesome. Or at least it was until one of the leading ladies turned up dead. It’s not that my partner and fiancé in The Pink Iguana Sleuths aren’t used to dead bodies, but this case also included a raccoon, who happened to be the leading lady’s familiar. It wouldn’t be so bad if he hadn’t recruited Iggy for his nocturnal ...

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 ...

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 ...

Pink smoke billowing out of my favorite bookstore sets me and my talking pink iguana on the trail of the arsonist. Watch out Witch’s Cove. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, amateur sleuth and witch. Whenever a fellow Witch’s Cove resident is targeted, for whatever reason, I, along with my trusty familiar, Iggy, and my computer-savvy boyfriend, Jaxson, always step up to the plate to solve the crime. Today will be no different. This time it’s Frank and Betty Sanchez’s bookstore that was set ablaze, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out why. Candle’s Bookstore is one of the town’s ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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...