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Sister Trixie Lavender, reporting for Miss Marple duty! It's been months since the evil residing inside me has reared his violently helpful head. My demon sidekick Coop continues to assimilate with the unsuspecting humans, our tattoo shop is busier than ever...heck, I'd even begun to attend the occasional Sunday sermon (after safely confirming my body wouldn't burst into flames upon entering Our Lady of Perpetual Grace, of course). Yep, life is pretty good. Until the shocking murder of our new friend, Sister Ophelia, during a church-sponsored speed-dating event.

Delaney Markham has a special talent. Not only does she see dead people, she hears them. By the way, communicating with tormented spirits all day, every day really puts a kink in your love life. With no romantic entanglements to speak of, Delaney is free to use her gifts by holding seances to pay the bills. Except things go off the rails when she meets one unbelievably infuriating ghost, and as her luck would have it, he seems determined to hang around, like all the time!

My tiny town of Fig Harbor's just recovering from our last tango with murder, only to be faced with yet another - and this time, it sure looks an awful lot like a vampire's on the loose in the PNW. Vampires are just Twilight fiction, right? I'm not so sure after a murder victim is found in my koi pond right next to my favorite fish, Koi George, (not good!), with bite marks on her neck and a gothic antique chalice next to her body with blood residue.

She was the perfect party-planning, haute-to-the max trophy wife. Now Maxine Cambridge is broke, unemployable, and living with her mother and teenage son in a retirement village, with her self-esteem kicked to the curb. Until her geeky former classmate Campbell Barker returns, all grown-up and off-the-scale smokin' hot. Campbell refuses to believe Max isn't that smart, funny girl he's crushed on since high school.

My name is Sister Trixie Lavender, and I'm an occasionally possessed excommunicated nun. I was booted from the convent after doing something unspeakable. Something I had no control over. Something that lives inside me to this day, exploding out like that chest-burster in Alien when I least suspect it.

Stevie Cartwright-Winterbottom here! Witch and afterlife specialist, along with my reincarnated ghost-talking husband and ex-British spy, Crispin Alistair Winterbottom. After solving one of our hardest cases yet (on our wedding day, no less), we're back from our gloriously perfect, ghost-free Italian honeymoon, rested and ready to begin our lives together! There's just one problem . . . The long line of people outside our door (literally) who've come from parts near and far in Washington, hoping we'll help them solve all their mystery needs.

I'm Halliday Valentine, a psychic witch who's recently moved from New York City back to my very human hometown of Marshmallow Hollow, where I run the family factory that caters to all things Christmas. Digby Dainty (known as Hobbs), the tall drink of water who rents my guest cottage, and I have a lot in common, including a love of true crime. So as macabre as it sounds, when a shady real estate tycoon shows up dead in the middle of the annual ice festival, I'm thrilled to spend time with Hobbs, flexing our amateur sleuthing skills.

Now that Win is up and about, he's been a very busy bee. He's jumped in with both feet, getting involved in our community and living his best life now that he's unencumbered by his spy past. He even joined the Ebenezer Falls garden club and made all the female member's toes curl with his British charm. On a flower-scouting trip for the garden club's annual spring planting in the town square, while Win is ogling lavender bushes and pansies, I fall headfirst into a pile of soil where a body's buried.

In a world gone crazy, where the supernatural is segregated from humans, a lone vampire stands against the odds in a dystopian society, and fights for the rights of his fellow paranormals to exist. Irish McConnell would give his immortality for a taste of Claire Montgomery. But the Fangs of Anarchy leader can't risk his biker club, his vampire clan, or his tenuous truce with werewolf Gannon Dodd, Claire's pack alpha-and her intended mate. Nope. Vamps and weres don't mix, and Irish has managed to keep that in mind for five long, lust-filled years.

Goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married! No, silly. Not us. Team #Stewin is still enjoying being engaged and a nice long winter hiatus from murder and ghost chasing. Until we open up Madam Zoltar's for the beginning of tourist season and the first customers are a bridal party from the seventh level of you-know-where!

'Tis I, newly restored witch and armchair sleuth Stevie Cartwright, and I'm finally about to marry Win, my soul mate/ex-spy turned groom-zilla. We've gone to hell and back (and a few planes of existence) for our happily ever after, and nothing's going to get in the way of our union . . . except possibly a murder while auditioning musical options for the reception.

Murphy Umanski, personal assistant and sister to Nova LaRue, the beautiful, popular Instagram influencer, has her hands full keeping her client in check. Nova has a big following, a big mouth, and, because of it, she has even a bigger problem. After posting an anonymous and inflammatory comment on a rival's Instagram page, someone turns her into a troll - and not the cute little troll doll so popularly used as a good luck charm in a rollicking game of bingo. No, in fact, Nova looks like something that lives in a hole carved out in a tree in a haunted forest.

No matter how great or small, I love to help solve a crime. When I find my mother's ex-boyfriend murdered in our convenience store bathroom with a piece of his skull missing, and my mom's a suspect in a murder investigation, my mystery solving goes from zero to 100. To really make matters worse, the town's local conspiracy theorist and official doomsday prepper, Cappie, somehow finds out the victim isn't just missing a piece of his skull - he's missing a piece of his brain!

When last we met, dear friends, a man had come calling, claiming to be Crispin Alistair Winterbottom, my dead British ex-spy. A notion I'd find ludicrous, if the handsome imposter didn't, in fact, look exactly like my dead British ex-spy. But there's no time for that mystery when a quiet walk on our private stretch of beach turns up something far more pressing - another tragedy in my beloved small Washington town. That's right. I, Stevie Cartwright, ex-witch turned amateur sleuth, have stumbled upon another murder. But this time it's closer to home, more personal.

Sister Trixie Lavender here! After a rocky start (read: murdered landlord) to our arrival in Cobbler Cove, Oregon, things have finally slowed down. Er...mostly. My demon buddy Coop and I, along with our sassy talking owl Livingston, have settled nicely into our newly opened shop, Inkerbelle's Tattoos. We've met some awesome people, including new friends Higgs and Knuckles, and we're forging friendships with our fellow business owners. And sure, we've had a few glitches (see Jeff), but we've found our groove, our clientele is growing, and everything's pretty great.

When last we met, good people, the biggest wish I've ever made came to fruition. My outrageously handsome, smart, sometimes persnickety (read mostly persnickety) Spy Guy, Winterbottom, is finally here on earth with me, recuperating from his afterlife jaunt. Sure, he can be a difficult patient. Add in the fact that some of the spells I've cast to make this dream a reality have had repercussions (an understatement), and it's been sheer chaos. When my favorite men decide that I should take a day for myself, I hesitantly head out. And then I die. You can imagine, it only goes downhill....

After discovering that her famous chef husband was cheating, Frankie Bennett lost her mind - on live TV. Now Frankie is broke, unemployed, and hiding out in her aunt's retirement village. That is, until Maxine Henderson-Barker - reformed trophy wife and owner of Trophy Jobs Inc. employment agency - arrives to give Frankie a much needed kick in the pants. Soon, Frankie lands a job as a prep chef at a Greek diner in New Jersey, home to the world's best meatloaf and an owner who resembles an exquisitely chiseled Greek statue.

When Marty Andrews gets bitten by a mangy mutt while walking her teacup poodle, her blond hair darkens, the hair on her legs starts growing at an alarming rate, and her mood swings put her dream job as a sales rep for Bobbie-Sue Cosmetics in serious jeopardy. Then a drool-worthy man shows up at her door claiming that he accidentally bit Marty. And since he's a werewolf, she is now, too. Thinking Keegan Flaherty is clearly insane, Marty refuses to believe a word until a kidnapping makes her realize there's more at stake than just her highlights.

It's Christmas, and I, ex-witch Stevie Cartwright, declare this my favorite time of year. I love the decorations! The food! The Hallmark Channel holiday specials! This year promises to be better than ever because for the first time in a very long time, I'm going to have more than just Cheez Whiz, Triscuits, and the wish to be surrounded by family and friends. My carefully planned holiday bonanza includes all the usual suspects.

As a one-time OOPs employee, Ingrid Lawson has seen plenty of paranormal accidents. But witnessing and experiencing are two different things, and she's perfectly fine being a plain ol' human. So when her ex-boss Nina schleps her around to estate sales, where she purchases two of the butt-ugliest gargoyles in existence to decorate her hedge maze...what happens next is stone-cold cuckoo.