Cozy Women Sleuths Supernatural

The gloves are well and truly off now. Jill Gooder, PI and witch superstar, is about to kick some serious butt. The Dark One (TDO) had better watch out! There's no such thing as a free custard cream.

It's never easy to say goodbye as P.I. and witch superstar Jill Gooder is about to find out. Meanwhile, a case from the past comes back to haunt her - literally! The early bird...gets the custard creams.

Diamonds aren’t always a girl’s best friend. Murder and secrets are never a good combination. But with Shelby Nichols on the job, finding the guilty party should be a piece of cake. Unless they’re dead. Add missing diamonds to the mix, along with an unsolved homicide, and Shelby has her hands full.

M.J., Heath, and Gilley are back home in Boston, where their new film is sure to be a monster hit! To promote the film, the studio is sponsoring a special exhibit of supernatural artifacts at a local museum. Unfortunately, Gilley - whose mind is engaged with wedding plans - gets talked into donating to the exhibit the very dagger that keeps the dangerous ghost Oruç and his pet demon locked down in the lower realms. Before M.J. can recover the bewitched blade, there's a murder and a heist at the museum.

A mysterious murder in a lift has everyone baffled, including P.I. (and witch extraordinaire), Jill Gooder. Meanwhile, her love life might be falling apart, but at least Winky, her one-eyed cat, has a date.

When the owner of an animal sanctuary is found dead inside one of the cages, Jolene teams up with her hot cop boyfriend and his lie-sniffing dog to catch the killer. But with rumors that the victim axed her millionaire husband, a second body, and a missing phoenix thrown in the mix, it’s turning into a zoo of a case. On top of everything, the animals are giving her the silent treatment, and Jolene fears the sanctuary is hiding a dark secret.

Visitors claim they feel summoned to Whispering Pines, Wisconsin, but can’t explain why. Residents say the same thing. Kitchen witch Reeva Long tried to leave many times, only to have fate call her back. Most recently, a year ago to settle her estranged late husband’s estate.

Things have been going pretty great for us these days. Inkerbelle's Tattoos is doing well financially. Our clientele is growing by the day, and we're about to purchase the guest house we've been living in from our dear friend Knuckles. Finally, we'll have the roots we've so desperately yearned for. Now, if only we could figure out how to get rid of the troublesome demon inside me... We've also been focusing on Coop and her efforts to live her best life. As a newb to Earth, she's on a quest to experience as much as she possibly can and that includes her latest passion, makeup.

After a bitter divorce and a string of bad luck, Shay Graves seizes the opportunity to pack up her daughter and move back to the enchanted island of Mystic Key to work as a cosmetologist for her family's funeral business. With a teenage daughter about to come into her witchy powers, a family of eccentric witches only a stone’s throw away, and a job where the dead always have a say in their funeral arrangements, she’s certainly got her hands full.

Tamsyn Bassett is having a bad week. Like the "losing your job and getting dumped by your boyfriend" kind of bad. So, when her great-aunt invites her to spend the summer at her inn on a remote island in Maine, Tamsyn jumps at the chance. But instead of the peaceful getaway she expected, she's immediately confronted with the preposterous revelation that she's descended from a long line of kitchen witches and is the last hope of her generation to keep magic alive in Pinecroft Cove. That she's the world's worst cook could be an issue.

The colonel is dead, and Jill's brother-in-law, Peter, is the prime suspect. But that's the least of Jill's problems when Winky reveals devastating news.

Keep your friends close and your custard creams closer. Everything is disappearing: A priceless antique, Mrs. V, and - even worse - Jill's custard creams. It's time for our intrepid P.I. (and witch fantastico) to leap into action.

Two murders and more crazy than you can shake a stick at. Just another day in the life of PI (and witch superstar) Jill Gooder.

When a heiress is kidnapped, P.I. (and witch par excellence), Jill Gooder, is ordered not to get involved. Whoops! And why is Winky acting so normal?

A love struck cat, a wedding, and a hit-and-run murder - there's never a dull moment for P.I. (and budding witch) Jill Gooder. But how will she cope when the magic goes to a whole new level?

Life is always hectic for P.I. (and novice witch), Jill Gooder. Murder, theft, and a missing cat, she can take in stride, but a date with detective Jack Maxwell? That's a whole different ball game.

Welcome to Nocturne Falls - the town that celebrates Halloween 365 days a year. Jayne Frost is a lot of things. Winter elf, Jack Frost's daughter, Santa Claus' niece, heir to the Winter Throne, and now...private investigator. Sort of. When she buys a sealed box at an estate sale and cat-related circumstances cause that box to be opened, life in Nocturne Falls starts to go haywire. Jayne has no choice but to figure out what she unleashed and how to recapture it.

Lily Mason and her pittie, Smooshie, both have a nose for murder, but this is one cougar-shifter who would give her left paw to never find another dead body. All she wants is to enjoy a simple life in her new town, her fixer-upper house, while working a job she loves. Besides, the mystery of whether Parker Knowles, her boss at the rescue shelter, will or won't finally ask her out gives Lily plenty to keep her guessing. But when an abandoned pit bull puppy leads Lily and Smooshie to the corpse of a local Lothario, she is once again drawn into the seedier side of small-town living.

Zoey Rivers has an unusual job. She's the Chief of Staff at a retirement home, which doesn't sound odd on its own, but when you consider it's a retirement home for witches and other paranormals, the strange factor ratchets up. And, with a facility full of partly senile but still powerful witches, things go hilariously awry fast.

When last we met, dear friends, a man had come calling, claiming to be Crispin Alistair Winterbottom, my dead British ex-spy. A notion I'd find ludicrous, if the handsome imposter didn't, in fact, look exactly like my dead British ex-spy. But there's no time for that mystery when a quiet walk on our private stretch of beach turns up something far more pressing - another tragedy in my beloved small Washington town. That's right. I, Stevie Cartwright, ex-witch turned amateur sleuth, have stumbled upon another murder. But this time it's closer to home, more personal.