Cozy Women Sleuths Supernatural

A ghostly visit from her former landlady draws Emma away from sleepy little Hillbilly Hollow to investigate a murder in the big city. But what seems like a straightforward case soon becomes entangled with an event from Emma's past and a personal quest for justice. With the attractive but bungling Sheriff Tucker at her side, will Emma be tempted by the chance to avenge an old wrong?

When Cookie Chanel lands a dream assignment of providing vintage hats for a high-society Kentucky Derby party, she's brimming with excitement. Leaving her mother and best friend to mind the store at It's Vintage Y'all, Cookie packs up her psychic cat and races to Kentucky. But before she can hang her hat, her enthusiasm is dampened when the rider of the potential Derby-winning horse is put out to pasture. Now, she's saddled with the jockey's ghost, who insists she find his killer.

All good things… Just as Jill begins to think nothing else can surprise her, something does! …begin with a custard cream.

In order to make the nightmare stop, Vienna Rossi realizes she must take matters into her own hands. She’s compelled by an unseen force to hop on a last-minute flight to track down a murderer. Awakened within her is a psychic gift she never knew she had, a handsome spirit guide who drives her nuts, and the ability to help lost souls cross over to the other side. Vienna and her spirit guide, Jack, team up with Vienna’s best friend, Kim, for a dangerous murder-solving, ghost-hunting adventure.

Blood is thicker than water. But whose blood? And who is the stranger at Jill's door?

My name is Sister Trixie Lavender, and I'm an occasionally possessed excommunicated nun. I was booted from the convent after doing something unspeakable. Something I had no control over. Something that lives inside me to this day, exploding out like that chest-burster in Alien when I least suspect it.

Mallory Vianu is busy hosting a blogging conference at Caravan Manor when she hears back from a local historian who’s translated the 55-year-old diary she found in the attic, uncovering a valuable heirloom used by a Roma witch-wife to divine the future. Unfortunately, unlike her powerful relative, Mallory doesn’t see what’s coming next. The historian dies in her home, taking the whereabouts of the heirloom. To make things worse, one of the conference guests is murdered, and Detective Kaden Bones’ eyes are on Mallory.

Mr. Peter has lived across the street long before Kay moved into her house, and over the decades, the collection of old washing machines, lawn mowers, and refrigerators in his front and back yard has reached the point where it's nearly impossible to find the front door. The man is an eccentric recluse, but how can anyone dislike a kindly person who loves old pottery and dinnerware, and slips Taco, the cat, chicken sandwiches every chance he gets? Evidently someone disliked him - disliked him enough to kill him.

After a really busy summer, things have settled down for my crew here in Ebenezer Falls. That is, until my favorite spy, Win, has a crazy recollection of the night he was murdered. His memory leads us to the new tattoo artist in town who just happens to be an ex-nun named Trixie Lavender. Sister Trixie has a gifted tattoo artist for a sidekick who just happens to be a demon straight from the bowels of Hell... A demon who, coincidentally, is accused of murder, that is. You know what that means - Stevie and the gang to the rescue!

Nothing is what it seems. Who can Jill Gooder, P.I. and witch superstar, trust now? And who is the Phoenix?

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.

My name is Crispin Alistair Winterbottom, and I'm a British spy.... Or I was until my untimely, dare I say, suspicious demise. Now, I'm a ghost, living my afterlife on what I fondly call Plane Limbo. But I'm determined to return to the land of the living and while I try and figure out exactly how to do that, I spend my days with the ever delightful ex-witch, Stevie Cartwright, the only person in the world who can hear me, and her charming bat familiar, Belfry.

When Maisie Swenson stumbles onto the site of an ancient church steeped in pirate folklore, she's thrilled to explore it. She never expects to find a young woman lying in the churches yard clutching flowers like a real live Snow White. And just like the cartoon Snow White, this woman cannot be awakened. As Maisie tries to puzzle through that situation, one of her guests is found in a coma, too. Only this one is mysteriously clutching a necklace.

Dhá is the bundle of The Hermit, The Devil, and The Tower.

Rose Faraday, a gypsy fortune-teller, has succumbed to a rattlesnake bite in her own condo. After a run-in with the victim's traumatized cat, Darwin knows it was no freak accident.

My name is Nora Black, and I'm 51 years young. At least that's what I tell myself, when I'm not having hot flashes; my knees don't hurt; and I can find my reading glasses. I'm also the proud owner of a salon called Scents & Scentsability in the small resort town of Garden Cove, where I make a cozy living selling handmade bath and beauty products. All in all, my life is pretty good. Except for one little glitch.

I finally had some answers. Except those answers only led to more questions. And the first question on my mind? Were there any other halflings in existence? Between Hunter's, and with the Council's, orders to kill me, and the immense growth in my magical powers, I'd hardly had time to explore that possibility. But I needed to. I needed to know if there was anyone else like me out there, and I needed to know now.

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.

Torie Bliss thought that being over 40 and having your husband dump you over your favorite meal would be rock bottom. Then she learned that the perfect life he had created for them was built on a foundation of lies. A very public fall from grace leaves her penniless and homeless. Thinking she had nothing else to lose, she decides to move in with her estranged mother in a picturesque town in the mountains of North Carolina. Only to discover that her mother is quite the witch. Literally.