Cozy Women Sleuths Supernatural

Lacey and Sam are on the job again. This time, the ex-cop and the Navajo medium have been called out to the Navajo reservation to investigate the suspicious death of Sam’s cousin. What they uncover leads them into a realm of the supernatural beyond anything Lacey ever imagined; her years on the LAPD did nothing to prepare her for dealing with witches and shape-shifters. With clues few and far between, can they determine who the murderer is before they themselves become the target of deadly curses and feral shape-shifter beasts?

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.

It's Christmas, and I, ex-witch Stevie Cartwright, declare this my favorite time of year. I love the decorations! The food! The Hallmark Channel holiday specials! This year promises to be better than ever because for the first time in a very long time, I'm going to have more than just Cheez Whiz, Triscuits, and the wish to be surrounded by family and friends. My carefully planned holiday bonanza includes all the usual suspects.

With her potions shop officially open for business, Holly sets off to the San Francisco Haven to compete with the most elite potions masters in the entire country. But what should be a fun and potentially life-changing experience quickly sours when Haven Council officials show up and start poking around Holly's workstation. When one of the competitors is found murdered, all eyes swivel to Holly and her apprentice. Holly doesn't know who killed the egotistical wizard, but she knows it wasn't her or Harmony.

When last we met, good people, the biggest wish I've ever made came to fruition. My outrageously handsome, smart, sometimes persnickety (read mostly persnickety) Spy Guy, Winterbottom, is finally here on earth with me, recuperating from his afterlife jaunt. Sure, he can be a difficult patient. Add in the fact that some of the spells I've cast to make this dream a reality have had repercussions (an understatement), and it's been sheer chaos. When my favorite men decide that I should take a day for myself, I hesitantly head out. And then I die. You can imagine, it only goes downhill....

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.

Paranormal investigators Lacey Fitzpatrick and medium Sam Firecloud discover their reputation has spread around the world when they get a surprise call to investigate ghosts in an Irish castle. They’re even more surprised when they learn it’s the Castle Fitzpatrick, the ancestral home of the Fitzpatrick name, and Lacey’s hopeful she can uncover some of her own family’s history. But while they’re researching that and the ghosts that Sam’s walk has revealed, they get unexpected resistance from the castle owners.

Hedgewitch Katie Lightfoot works at the Honeybee Bakery in Savannah, and she's always up for investigating her adopted home's rich supernatural history. That's why she's taking a ghost tour for the very first time. But when the psychic tour guide tells Katie that she's being followed by the ghost of a recently murdered woman, Katie realizes she saw the victim earlier that day, just before she died. She knows she must bring the killer to justice.

Bridget's afterlife has finally settled down into a nice, safe, dead-body-free rhythm. And she couldn't be more discontent. And then someone starts murdering livies...with a scythe. Feeling partially responsible, Bridget jumps into the investigation with both feet, her best friend, Sabrina, and all of her housemates in tow. But, as crazy as it sounds, finding a killer isn't Bridget's biggest concern. Her biggest concern is how will she be able to survive the mundanity of the afterlife once the investigation is over.

Between her regular job in Afterlife Arrivals, training for her second job with IA, her community service on The Bus of Death, GA meetings, taking care of her housemates, and every other ghostly commitment in between, Bridget Sway is already stretched pretty thin. Then, her best friend, Sabrina, drops a bombshell. Sabrina thinks she was murdered. And, in the afterlife, murdered dead people usually turn into homicidal maniac dead people. Despite that, Sabrina thinks if they can work out who killed her, then she might be able to get the closure she needs.

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.

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.

Darcy and her dog, Missy, are determined to put their best feet forward at the Enchanted Village's annual Pawsitively Enchanted pet contest. Darcy is happy to lend a hand when the show's organizer hires her to keep an eye on things among growing suspicions that someone is sabotaging the event. But Darcy's quest for justice is thrown off the scent when her lead suspect is found dead at the competition.

Running One Woman's Junk consignment shop, with its constant stream of quirky characters stopping in, is a lot for Winnie and her sisters Bea and Amanda to contend with. So is dealing with each other.

It's a week before Christmas, and my quaint holiday town, Marshmallow Hollow, is chock-a-block with seasonal activities. Some less fun than others...like the ice sculpting competition my bestie, Stiles, has talked me into. Let's just say, as a pair, Michelangelo we ain't. I'm secretly relieved when our epically awful ice display gets damaged. It gives me a chance to watch my new beau, Hobbs, compete in the sled race. But not five seconds in, and Hobbs' sled-loving dog, Stephen King, escapes my grip to get in on the action - and boy, does he.

Business is booming, a certain silver-fox contractor named Cary Mann is hot in pursuit (wink-wink), and me and my bestie Fab are as tight as ever. Life is good—newly inherited boggart-in-a-crystal ball aside (don't ask; he's a handful. And libidinous. And it's more of a snow globe than a crystal ball . . .) Good, that is, until the next ghost shows up with an untimely demise to solve. Turns out, she's a blast from my past . . . a painful one at that, one I could have gone the rest of my life without ever seeing again. My loved ones—both living and dead—all have my back though.

There's nothing like experiencing delayed "magical-puberty" at midlife, but that's where I am. One world-altering secret revealed and my safety bubble snapped into thin air. Discovering I'm the next descendant in a long line of witches was eventful enough, but it's nothing compared to finding out that I'm also the only half-fae-hybrid in existence. At least it got my mind off my divorce. Now, with my newfound abilities, the impossible seems possible and the world around me has come to life in ways I never imagined.

Ever since I was little, unusual things have happened around me. But nothing quite as strange as a wild polar bear coming to my rescue and telling me I'm a witch. Even though I grew up a California girl, the unexplored tundra of the Great North has called to me since childhood. On her visits, my grandmother would tell me stories of magical creatures and great battles fought in the vast cold. A place that is all white on the surface, but underneath is as awash with secrets as colorful as the night sky.

A picture is worth...The clock is ticking. A dark shadow descends over Candlefield, and everyone looks to Jill for help. But where is she?...precisely no custard creams.

Yarn shop owner Kath Rutledge is looking forward to the grand opening of the Blue Plum Vault, a co-op of small shops on Main Street. In the week before the grand opening, Kath and her needlework group, TGIF, hear rumors of an unpleasant rivalry developing between two of the new shopkeepers: Nervie Bales and Belinda Moyer. The opening is a success - until Belinda is found dead, stabbed in the back with a pair of scissors from Kath's shop.