Whoever said that ghosts exist must be out of their mind. Oh, wait. That was me. I said that. If you'd told me yesterday that ghosts were real, I would have smiled, nodded, and called a shrink to fix your deluded little mind. Now it's my turn to question my sanity when the ghost of my best friend turns up in my apartment. Was it the tequila shots the night before causing this apparition? Or one too many bumps to the head — let's face it, clumsy is my middle name; it really wouldn't surprise me if I'd done some irreparable damage to my grey matter over the years. Now I have to accept that the paranormal does, in fact, exist. But sadly, my ghost friend is lacking something besides his body. His memory. He doesn't know how he died but suspects foul play, and he wants my help to find his killer. I can't refuse, I'm a sucker for a good mystery, and the chance to bring my friend's killer to justice is too good to pass up....

She's an ex-assassin. He's ex-military. Together they are Clean Scene Inc, where blood splatter matters, and these vamps, along with their adorable vampire kitty, are on the case.

Holly Day, aka Twitch the Witch, has a target on her back. When Cody Pendant, a black market occult dealer, is murdered, no-one is surprised. Cody was a fraud and a conman who had ripped off almost everyone he'd ever done business with. When her address is found on his body, Holly is convinced the killer is closing in. On her. Deciding life is better if you're living, she makes plans. Big plans. Plans such as renovating her house. Baking bread. And exploring exactly why her heart skips more than a beat whenever the sexiest lawman she's ever seen is near. But first she needs to figure out if Cody's killer is the same supernatural assassin out to get her. Easy, right?

Harper Jones has it all. Or so she thought, until a series of events sends her world spiraling out of control. In less than twenty-four hours, she loses her witch's license, her job, and her fiancé. Returning to her magical hometown of Whitefall Cove for Christmas with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heart, she's determined to enjoy the holiday and start the new year afresh. Her plans go haywire fast when her old nemesis and high school bully Whitney Sims turns up dead, and Harper is implicated in her murder. Between a detective who doesn't appreciate her amateur sleuthing skills, running a bookstore she purchased on a whim, and studying to re-sit her witch's exam, Harper has her hands full. She's determined to find out whodunit, and clear her name, but she quickly finds the murderer has other plans.

Amateur sleuth, PI in training, ghost whisperer. That's me. Audrey Fitzgerald, ghost detective. I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that I can not only communicate with ghosts, but animals too. Well, one in particular, my big gray teddy bear of a cat, Thor. What I haven't worked out yet is how to keep my newfound abilities a secret from the townsfolk of Firefly Bay. When I'm hired by the president of the local historical society to find a missing necklace, I figured I finally had a case that didn't require ghostly interference. After all, how hard could it be to find a missing piece of jewelry? Things turn complicated real fast when the necklace turns up in the most unexpected of places and my client turns up dead. Now I'm up to my neck in ghostly chatter, I have a murder to solve, my PI exams are looming, I'm worried I may have to put Thor on a diet, and I think I've accidentally fallen for Captain Cowboy Hot...

Broom rage, failed rituals, and planted bodies... How in the Goddess's name did I get stuck at the Bewildered Retirement Home in Hexville, Kentucky? One word. Baba Yaga. Actually, that's two, and it's a name, not a word, but whatever. I thought my stint as a magic Bounty Hunter was over, but it appears Baba Yaga has other ideas. I can do as she suggests and investigate the shenanigans going down in the Bewitched Retirement Home where paranormals prep for the supernatural afterlife, or I can find myself enjoying some quality me-time back in the pokey. Easy choice. Turns out someone has been planting bodies in Flora, the plant Goddess's garden, and she's not happy about it. And who can blame her, although I have to say her hydrangeas are looking incredible! But Witches aren't the only residents of Bewildered. Now I'm up to my neck in fury harpies, chaos fairies, slayer elves, and Bog Dragons....

A bad day with coffee is better than a good day without it. Running a private investigation business in the seaside town of Firefly Bay should be a pretty easy job. One where I call the shots—figuratively speaking because to put clumsy little ole me in charge of a firearm is just asking for trouble. After a hectic few months, all I'm after is an easy day, where my cases add up to nothing more strenuous than deciding if tonight's takeout is pizza or tacos (or both). Should have known my day was going to go to hell in a handbasket when someone switched out my coffee for decaf (seriously, who does that?) and my main squeeze, Captain Cowboy Hot Pants, aka Detective Kade Galloway's ex-girlfriend and internal affairs investigator, Savannah Mcintosh, turns up to work a case. Before I can say café latte, Galloway's dodging my calls, I've got a raccoon on my hands who's decided mi casa es su casa, my ghostly best...