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 new job. A new hobby. And then death by bowling pin. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall. After enjoying my waitressing job at my aunt’s restaurant for the last three years, I got sucked into opening up my own private investigation firm—as an amateur sleuth, of course. Just because I was a good listener[read: gossip seeker] and helped solve a few crimes, that didn’t mean I had any business hanging up my shingle. But hang it I did. In need of a different gossip source, my partner and I joined a bowling league. I know, right? I’ve shunned anything to do with athletics my whole life. Just my ...

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 ...

Don’t get me wrong. I love magic, just not when it is used for evil. It’s bad enough when some poor soul is murdered in my hometown, but when he’s near and dear to someone I care about, I have no choice but to look for the killer. Since magic seems to be involved in his death, my teenage cousin and I might be the only ones who can discover the killer’s identity. After all, we are witches. I was hoping this would be a run-of-the mill case, but no. The number of suspects keeps mounting, making our job more difficult. Considering most suspects live across the state makes it doubly hard...

A witchy time travel tale that could only happen to me—and on Christmas Eve no less. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall. I know I’m a witch, but I never expected to have my powers turn against me and send me and Jaxson back fifty years to a snowy winter wonderland. Who knew the seventies were so archaic? No computers, no cell phones, and TVs with small screens that weighed as much as a battleship. Okay, gas might have been $.36 a gallon, but that seemed to have been the only plus. Experiencing what it was like way back then was fun for about one day, but wouldn’t you know it, a guest is ...