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 ...

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 ...

Birthdays should be happy. Mine was until a magical ring caused me to see many, many ghosts. It was a present from my mom. She’d found the ring that her mom had asked her to pass down to me, tucked away in a closet. The stone was a match to my pink pendant. Dare I hope it was magical, too? Turns out it was, because when I tried it on, I saw them—them being about ten ghosts floating around in my aunt’s restaurant. Oh, my. Naturally, I couldn’t wait to find out what was going on. It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen ghosts before, just not so many at one time. Note: I took off the ring ...

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 ...

My wedding was perfect--until it wasn't. A lost ring and a dead body could ruin even the happiest of days. Picture this: I, Glinda Goodall, soon to be Glinda Harrison, was standing at the altar, moments away from saying "I do." And that's when it happened. In the midst of the ceremony, my faithful companion, Iggy, a talking pink iguana and my trusted familiar, managed to misplace the ring. How, you ask? Well, in the process of investigating the shocking discovery of a lifeless body beneath a church pew, he accidentally swallowed the ring. Talk about wedding day drama! Naturally, the wedding...