Ryland Grace is the sole survivor on a desperate, last-chance mission - and if he fails, humanity and the Earth itself will perish. Except that right now, he doesn't know that. He can't even remember his own name, let alone the nature of his assignment or how to complete it. All he knows is that he's been asleep for a very, very long time. And he's just been awakened to find himself millions of miles from home, with nothing but two corpses for company.

Six days ago, astronaut Mark Watney became one of the first people to walk on Mars. Now, he's sure he'll be the first person to die there. After a dust storm nearly kills him and forces his crew to evacuate while thinking him dead, Mark finds himself stranded and completely alone with no way to even signal Earth that he’s alive - and even if he could get word out, his supplies would be gone long before a rescue could arrive. But Mark isn't ready to give up yet.

Inheriting your uncle's supervillain business is more complicated than you might think. Particularly when you discover who's running the place. Charlie's life is going nowhere fast. A divorced substitute teacher living with his cat in a house his siblings want to sell, all he wants is to open a pub downtown, if only the bank will approve his loan. Then his long-lost uncle Jake dies and leaves his supervillain business (complete with island volcano lair) to Charlie. But becoming a supervillain isn't all giant laser death rays and lava pits.

It’s 1984, and life has changed beyond recognition. Airstrip One, formerly known as Great Britain, is a place where Big Brother is always watching, and nobody can hide. Except, perhaps, for Winston Smith. Whilst working at the Ministry of Truth, rewriting history, he secretly dreams of freedom. And in a world where love and sex are forbidden, where it’s hard to distinguish between friend and foe, he meets Julia and O’Brien and vows to rebel.

Two astronomers have detected a strange, pulsing signal from deep space. Within hours, the US government goes into lockdown, restricting airspace and scrubbing scientific data. Was the signal an intercepted communication revealing alarming plans for an enemy’s military strike? Or has humanity at long last found proof of extraterrestrial life?

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 ...

Love potions – the ultimate romantic dilemma! To sip from the elixir of love or to offer it to someone you desire. For one unfortunate soul, it took a sinister turn. I'm Glinda, a witch whose wand occasionally strays off-course. With a track record of magical mishaps, I've shied away from love potions. Turns out, I'm in the minority. Daisy Sanchez, our local enchantress, crafts high-end, personalized love potions without any guarantees of success. Regardless, one customer was far from enchanted with the results--and killed her. The pressing question was who? Thankfully, our sheriff ...

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 ...

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 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 ...

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 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 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 ...

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...

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 ...