Cozy Supernatural

Jolene Bails may come off as a tough-as-nails, no-nonsense kind of woman, but underneath it all, she has a softer side. Now that she has a Secret Santa who seems to know her well, she finds herself opening to the idea of wanting more from life. But first, she has to figure out who is leaving her mysterious gifts and why it is Wil, her old flame, is acting so strange.

Stevie here, reporting to you live from Ebenezer Falls, Washington, with my disaster of a day. It started off like any other day, with the exception of Win's strange behavior, that is. But it's all gone downhill from there and I have questions. So many questions.... For instance, why is everyone else in Eb Falls behaving as strangely as my International Man of Mystery? And who the heck is Donna? For that matter, who's Candy Cane and why does she have snow? Who's the blonde picking up Win in our driveway? And was that an Aston Martin I just saw drive by?

Ofelia Archer isn’t a fan of change, even when it benefits her. That’s why moving in with her boyfriend Zach Sully—even though it’s temporary—has her constantly pacing. She’s convinced it’s because the space doesn’t feel like her own, but it turns out to be more than that. When leaving for work one day, Ofelia stumbles across a body hanging from the church belfry across the road. When she and Sully start asking questions, they find the church used to operate under a different name…and a tragic fire 60 years before has left a tainted memory.

Ofelia Archer’s life is looking up. Her father is in the hospital getting the help he needs, her mother is seemingly distracted with some new walking group, and her brother is finally opening his own bar. Things couldn’t be better…until a body is found. Shawn Dawson was just out to have a good time. He drank late into the night and somehow ended up dead in an alley. It wasn’t a normal death either. He was drained of everything fluid he possessed, which points to something paranormal.

The day Ofelia Archer has feared her entire adult life is here. Despite the happiness she’s been feeling since her engagement to Zach Sully, when the inevitable happens and her father has a breakdown on Bourbon Street, her life turns upside down.

Ofelia Archer is working toward a goal, both personally and professionally, and she’s making great strides on both. Her attention is diverted, however, when a steamboat washes ashore next to the riverwalk…and it’s a boat that is more than a hundred years overdue. The Adelaide was supposedly lost on the river back in the day, all souls onboard believed lost, and yet it’s in New Orleans…and it might not be empty. Ofelia and her boyfriend Zach Sully are part of the first team to visit the boat, and almost immediately Ofelia is struck by the reality they’re not alone.

Ofelia Archer should be riding high after a blissful week spent with her boyfriend Zacharias "Zach" Sully. Sun, fun, and cocktails make for a great break...until she gets home. Then she realizes exactly how far things can fall apart in only a few days. It seems in her absence Ofelia’s mother Marie Charles has been taken in by a cult, and Ofelia is convinced it’s not the sort of group who worship beignets over chaos and bloodshed. When Ofelia tries talking to her mother she finds a different woman waiting for he...and she’s beyond concerned.

Ofelia Archer has faced demons, evil witches, and freaky zombies, but nothing could prepare her for the horror of meeting her boyfriend’s mother. For his part, Zacharias “Zach” Sully isn’t any more thrilled by his mother’s visit than his girlfriend. After one meal, a magical barrage of fire rains down on the group as they’re walking down Bourbon Street. When the flames clear, a young woman is left for dead, and the only thing they know about her is that she was part of a multilevel marketing scheme called Hexential Oils.

Ofelia Archer is living the dream...or as close as seemingly possible. She owns her own business, her father seems to be on an even keel, and her new relationship with detective Zacharias Sully is cruising right along. Everything changes in an instant, though, when screams from the street lead to zombies running amok through the French Quarter. Ofelia is a tough witch who takes no guff but even she is at a loss. Who is creating the zombies? Where are they coming from? They’re not rising from the dead as much as being bumped off and used as an invading army.

The Big Easy is about to be buried in big trouble. Again. For Ofelia Archer, that means she’s knee-deep in an investigation, even though she’s not quite sure how she got there. Zach Sully thinks he’s in for an easy night at Ofelia’s speakeasy. Maybe, a little flirting as a lead-up to a date included, when a scream in a neighboring abandoned building draws his attention.

There’s a dark shadow hanging over the French Quarter, and Ofelia Archer is constantly looking over her shoulder because of it, waiting for the enemy to strike. While searching for one enemy, however, she finds another. On what was supposed to be a relaxing day on the riverwalk, a knife-wielding man tries to take out a street performer and chaos ensues. Ofelia manages to disarm the assailant, but when he’s being loaded into a police cruiser he explodes - literally - releasing a wave of magic that knocks down everybody in Jackson Square.

Fleeing to the country…… leads her to a truth-bomb.Death lingers around every bend in the road. Penny Nicols attempts to hide from her backhanded gift on a goat farm. Recovering from her last face-to-face with the Raven, she sticks to the sidelines. It might be a lonely way to live, but at least no one else has to die. When does alone time become deadly? The morning she missed a murder right outside her door.

Ofelia Archer has a lot on her plate. Between building renovations for her new business endeavor and plans to move in with her boyfriend for the duration of the construction, she doesn’t have time for anything else. All that changes when a teenage girl is almost abducted in front of her bar. Ofelia and her boyfriend Zacharias “Zach” Sully intervene, save the girl, and believe they have the kidnapper caged in...only to find that he’s somehow escaped in plain sight.

When elderly Opal Dixon breaks a hip and must recuperate in a nursing home, she spends all her time complaining about her annoying roommate, her idiot doctor, and the laundry service that keeps losing her clothes to anyone who will listen. So, Lily is less than convinced when Opal insists a nursing home suicide is really foul play. Still, to ease her friend's fears, Lily agrees to look into the situation. With her loyal dog Smooshie at her side while she delves into the case, Lily soon learns that it's not all bingo and low-sodium diets at Moonrise Manor.

When bartender Bay Bridges saves a woman from being roofied, she accidentally kills the man responsible. When the dead man is reanimated, Bay gets pulled into a chilling adventure of mystery and murder, but if she digs too deep, she might risk revealing her most treasured secret: she’s a witch.

When a prominent local businessman is found dead in his office, Sheriff Kenni Lowry is thrust into another murder investigation. At first, it seems like an open-and-shut case, but as Kenni digs deeper, she uncover a web of secrets and lies that suggests this was no simple case of robbery gone wrong. With suspects and their motives, red herrings, and clues, Kenni must navigate a dangerous world of bribery and corruption that leads all the way to the state capital. She needs to get into places she knows only her ghost side-kick papa can go, but he's vanished.

Welcome to the best holiday of the year. Or so I thought...until the tricks began to outweigh the treats. Frog curses, poisoned candy apples, and a wayward vampire are only the half of it. Add in a two-hundred-year-old curse, a depressed poltergeist, and a dead body, and you can see why my enthusiasm for the witchiest day of the year is waning. Not cool, Halloween Hijacker. Not cool. And that's why you can bet your wand I’m not going to go down without a fight, even if my actions land me in grave danger.

There's nothing practical about magic—which is why I ditched my wand years ago. Thirteen years, to be exact. The day I left Silverlake. Except now, a family emergency has called me back home, and quite frankly, I'd rather be anywhere but here. But when my aunt raises her wand to cure a friend and he ends up dead, it becomes abundantly clear I'm not leaving anytime soon.

What do jazz pixies, siren celebrities, and 300 disastrous dates with supernatural men have in common? Me. I’m Cerys. And at 22 years old, running a paranormal dating agency with my bestie and living in the magical society of Nepos is an amazing life. Not gonna lie, though - it’d be better with a little action. When my "extinct" brand of magic explodes in the presence of true love, the off-the-charts sexy but infuriatingly bored Detective Devereaux gets involved. And let me tell you, ladies, there are m-u-s-c-l-e-s under his long coat!

Marie Fortune, 39, eine erfolgreiche Hundefrisörin aus Boston, lässt das stressige Leben hinter sich und macht sich auf in eine Kleinstadt an der Küste Maines, um dort ein neues Leben zu beginnen. Sie hat es sich zum Ziel gesetzt, das alte, historische Haus, das ihr ihre Großtante vermacht hat, zu renovieren und ihm als Bed & Breakfast neues Leben einhauchen. Doch mit einer Sache hatte sie nicht gerechnet: in dem Haus spukt es. Doch auch das zweite Erbstück, das ihre Tante ihr vermacht hat, ist eine Überraschung: ein Hund, der sich jedoch nicht wie ein typischer Hund verhält.