Molly Fitz

Ever since Angie Russo woke up from a near fatal run-in with a coffee maker, she's been able to talk to - and even worse, understand - one very spoiled tabby named Octavius. He says his owner was murdered and that she's the only one who can help bring the killer to justice....

Apparently, I've been slacking on the job as a paralegal, even though the firm doesn't know that I'm secretly working as the area's premier Pet Whisperer P.I. to solve our toughest cases behind the scenes....

I'm finally coming to terms with the fact I can speak to animals, even though the only one who ever talks back is the crabby tabby I've taken to calling Octo-Cat. What I haven't quite worked out is how to hide my secret....

Lately my life has seemed pretty perfect - great house, great gig as my own boss, great new boyfriend, and the world's most awesome talking cat. Turns out I shouldn't have let my guard down....

Nan and I discover that someone has been embezzling funds from the local animal shelter. If we can't find the culprit soon, the shelter may not be able to keep its lights on and those poor homeless pets won't have anywhere to go....

Octo-Cat is gone, and all the evidence suggests that he was taken on purpose. With the growing number of people the two of us have put behind bars, it's no surprise that someone's out for revenge....

In the sleepy Georgian town of Elderberry Heights, danger lurks around every counter but the laughs are never far behind. Join Merlin and his sidekick Gracie as they fight off evil ex-girlfriends, vicious ghosts, and even a horde of zombie squirrels.

Mr. Fluffikins is the small black cat responsible for overseeing the most powerful supernatural beings in the small Southern town of Beech Grove. He's also charged with keeping the world of magic hidden from those without it.

My name is Gracie Springs, and I am not a witch… but I’m pretty sure my cat is. I first started to get suspicious when he jumped just a little too high while chasing after a robin in our front yard. I knew for sure when he opened up his mouth and addressed me by name!

I was just your normal twentysomething with seven associate degrees and no idea what I wanted to do with my life. That is, until I died...Well, almost....

My name is Tawny Bigford. I'm 35, single, and I love hot showers. Seriously, all I wanted was a hot shower to start my day off right, but when I went to confront my landlady about the broken plumbing, I wound up talking to her corpse instead.

I never signed up to be a private investigator with a snarky, talking cat for a partner, but there's no backing down now. Especially considering a prominent politician was murdered pretty much right in my backyard....

Mein Name ist Gracie Springs, und ich habe keine magischen Kräfte … aber mein Kater allem Anschein nach schon! Ich hatte da zunächst so ein Gefühl, als ich sah, wie er einem Rotkehlchen in unserem Garten hinterherjagte und ungewöhnlich hoch in die Luft sprang.

Ich war eine ganz normale Mittzwanzigerin mit sieben Hochschulabschlüssen, aber noch keinerlei Vorstellung davon, was ich mit meinem Leben anfangen wollte. Das heißt, bis ich gestorben bin Naja, beinahe jedenfalls.

Seit Angie Russo nach einem beinahe tödlichen Zusammenstoß mit einer Kaffeemaschine wieder das Bewusstsein erlangt hat, ist sie in der Lage, mit einem äußerst verwöhnten Kater namens Octavius sprechen und, was noch schlimmer ist sie kann sogar verstehen, was er ihr antwortet.

My name is Tawny Bigford. I'm 35, single, and I love hot showers. Seriously, all I wanted was a hot shower to start my day off right, but when I went to confront my landlady about the broken plumbing, I wound up talking to her corpse instead.

It was hard enough serving as my witchy cats familiar when we only had to deal with threats we could see. Now he's gotten himself into a bitter feud with a newly dispatched ghost, leaving me to wonder: How in the heck are we supposed to defeat this thing?

Something's up with the Paranormal Temp Agency, and I'm going to find out what that is.

When my cat brought me a dead bird as a present, I cringed. When that dead bird suddenly flitted back to life, I screamed. At first, I shrugged it off as one of the random things that happens when your roommate is a magical cat, but then it kept happening.

After my last assignment almost killed me, I thought I was done with the Paranormal Temp Agency. Turns out we were just getting started. The board of paranormal liaisons is down a member, leaving Beech Grove vulnerable to outside magical influence.