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 ...

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 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 ...

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 ...

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 scary night. A really weird theft. And some very unexpected helpers—or not-so-helpful helpers. Picture this: Halloween night at the cemetery. Full moon with fog creeping along the ground mixed with the intermittent sound of owls. Scary, right? It was nothing compared to what was to happen next. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, part owner of the Pink Iguana Sleuths, and I’m not afraid of death. Heck, my parents own the town’s funeral home. But when someone takes the pink granite tombstone of one of the town’s richest widows, I can’t help but wonder what kind of evil person or being did ...

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 ...

A psychic vision. Missing contestants. A witch and her pink iguana sidekick. Witch’s Cove, the idyllic Florida beach town, is finally getting their long-awaited deputy. The problem is that no one can dig up anything on him—good or bad—and that sets off alarms for the gossip queens. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, the amateur sleuth who works at the Tiki Hut Grill. The sheriff works hard and deserves good help, but is the new deputy, Nash Solano, really who he says he is? The day after he arrives, chaos descends on the town—as in, two contestants in a regional dog show go missing shortly ...

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 ...

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 ...