‘Big Tony’ Cevilli’s best friend, was murdered over a half-century ago, and the crime remains unsolved. Now in declining health, ‘Big Tony’ pleads with his children, Linda Atkinson and Tommy Cevilli of the Atkinson Detective Agency, to solve the long-ago crime. Suzie Fredricks, the agency’s newest investigator, tracks down the perpetrators of a stolen car ring. These two investigations have a surprising connection that will leave the readers stunned. Riley’s End is an exciting page-turner right up to its startling conclusion. The fourth installment of the Atkinson Detective ...

When Sadie inherits a cottage in the middle of nowhere from a grandmother she never met, she hopes to find the father she never knew. Instead, she discovers mysterious messages that may or may not lead to her father. When a storm knocks out the power and washes out the one road that can take her back to civilization, Sadie turns to her only neighbor, a man with a secret agenda of his own. Caden knows Sadie's father, and what he knows he dislikes. Still, he's willing to help his new neighbor track down her father...for a price. What neither of them realizes is they are not only unwittingly ...

When the mother that abandoned them years ago suddenly shows up and moves them to New Hampshire, Madison has no choice but to go or lose her family. Shoving her dreams aside yet again, she tries to make a life for her siblings only to discover that nothing is going the way that it should. It's really cold. Her fifteen year old sister acts like a hooker in training. Men act funny around her. Her boss is a real jerk. She feels like an outsider.

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 ...

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 ...

Teenage girls don't believe in fairy tales, and 16-year-old Elena Watkins was no different - until the night a fairy tale killed her father. Now Elena's in a new world and a new school. The cutest guy around may be an evil dragon, a prince wants Elena's heart, and a long-dead sorcerer may be waking up to kill her. Oh, and the only way Elena's going to graduate is on the back of a dragon of her own.

The demon Adze is out for revenge—and he’s marked Sam and everyone she knows, including her family. When Sam is lured to a massive enchanted medieval castle right in the heart of Fullerton, she realizes it just might be home to something ancient...and evil. And when she comes face-to-face with Adze, she has no choice but to confront his beastly form and risk everything to save her family and friends. This time, will her enemy be too powerful to thwart? Click BUY NOW or READ FOR FREE to continue the "Vampire Crimes Special Unit" series today!

Book 1 Fiction "Don't Call Me Crazy! I'm Just in Love." Book 2 Fiction "Don't Call Me Crazy! Again." Book 3 "Non-fiction" The true story behind the story, "Let's Be Inspired: Undefeated Despite Schizophrenia." She believes she’s found the man of her dreams. But what if her mind is playing tricks? Anika Muhammad struggles to trust men. But after meeting a handsome playa in her business course, she unexpectedly falls head over heels. Yet she can’t forgive his once-wandering ways and is paralyzed by paranoia that he must be cheating. Seeking something better, Anika gravitates toward an ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

Werewolf detective Karina opens her private investigation office and gets her first case. Vanya Rykov, the retired Alpha from her old pack, is arrested for the shooting death of a werewolf hunter, a man who has longtime connections to her own family. Now, it’s up to Karina to prove his innocence, but Vanya’s not talking. As she begins to investigate the murder, Jack Hardy, her boyfriend and a new werewolf who is rising into his full Alpha powers, gets a job that pits them against each other professionally. Jack’s job as a special investigator for the D.A.’s office means that it is ...

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 ...