An inept witch. A talking pink iguana. A town trying to solve a lawman’s murder. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall—the Good Witch of the South—and I want to welcome you to Witch’s Cove, Florida, a delightful beach town where witches and humans reside in peace and harmony. Sounds perfect, right? Yeah, that’s what it says on the billboard, but here’s the real scoop. My aunt, who runs the Tiki Hut Grill where I work, sees ghosts—or rather sees one of them—namely her dead husband. My mom, a funeral director, is addicted to all things that have to do with The Wizard of Oz. She even has a ...

An unlucky witch. A talking pink iguana. A frustrated ghost wanting to know who killed him. Welcome back to Witch’s Cove where the people—with the exception of a few random lawbreakers—are friendly and the sun always shines. If you want to talk to a dead relative, learn about your future, or need a spell created just for you, you’ve come to the right place. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, and after fourteen years of hearing my iguana complain about how my spell turned his green skin pink, I finally have a chance to help him. The problem? I’m either the worst witch in Florida or the ...

A pink iguana convinced he can talk to a cat ghost. A woman’s psychic vision leading to another murder. And a witch who has no idea who to believe. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, part-time witch and part-time amateur sleuth from Witch’s Cove, Florida, a beach town full of witches and gossips. Iggy—my talking pink iguana—just dropped a bomb on me, saying he just communicated with the ghost of some widow’s pet. I might have dismissed that nonsense if the man didn’t die the next day—just as this ghost cat had predicted! Now Iggy is determined to solve his murder, with or without my ...

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 ...

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 ...