Pink smoke billowing out of my favorite bookstore sets me and my talking pink iguana on the trail of the arsonist. Watch out Witch’s Cove. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, amateur sleuth and witch. Whenever a fellow Witch’s Cove resident is targeted, for whatever reason, I, along with my trusty familiar, Iggy, and my computer-savvy boyfriend, Jaxson, always step up to the plate to solve the crime. Today will be no different. This time it’s Frank and Betty Sanchez’s bookstore that was set ablaze, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out why. Candle’s Bookstore is one of the town’s ...

A dead body on the beach and no suspects. Not the way a sleuth should start her day. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, part-time waitress and part-time sleuth. Oh yeah, I’m a witch with a talking pink iguana who thinks he’s a detective. A few weeks ago, my seventeen-year-old cousin moved in with me (long story). Her passion? Taking photos. She’s a witch too, but she refuses to acknowledge it—until she starts to hear voices in her head. When the dead man turns out to be her photo teacher, I have to help her find out who killed him. This obsession to learn his identity forces Rihanna to ...

How far would you go not to age? Would you commit murder? Well, someone decided to. Welcome to Witch’s Cove, where the strangest of cases occur. Murder often abounds, but so does time travel, shifters, and evil warlocks. When the elegant Alexandria Coronado asks for my help in finding her pink pearl necklace that was stolen from the Magic Wand Hotel, I had no idea it would involve murder, scuba diving, and a massive empire. Because our sheriff suspects magic is involved, he is willing to join forces with the Pink Iguana sleuths. That’s where I come in. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, and ...

Witch’s Cove might have a rejected gargoyle familiar and a vandalized yarn shop, but even murder can’t stop this love story. As an amateur sleuth, who happens to be a witch, I, Glinda Goodall, eventually get to the bottom of the whodunits. But when a gargoyle goes missing from atop a church, I don’t know where to begin to look. If that wasn’t troublesome enough, a vandal has strung pink yarn across the French-inspired yarn shop. Was it kids again? Or someone more nefarious? My only hope of figuring out this mystery is to join the women’s knitting group. I’m such a sucker for ...

Birthdays should be happy. Mine was until a magical ring caused me to see many, many ghosts. It was a present from my mom. She’d found the ring that her mom had asked her to pass down to me, tucked away in a closet. The stone was a match to my pink pendant. Dare I hope it was magical, too? Turns out it was, because when I tried it on, I saw them—them being about ten ghosts floating around in my aunt’s restaurant. Oh, my. Naturally, I couldn’t wait to find out what was going on. It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen ghosts before, just not so many at one time. Note: I took off the ring ...

A pink iguana convinced he can talk to a cat ghost. A woman’s psychic vision leading to another murder. And a witch who has no idea who to believe. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, part-time witch and part-time amateur sleuth from Witch’s Cove, Florida, a beach town full of witches and gossips. Iggy—my talking pink iguana—just dropped a bomb on me, saying he just communicated with the ghost of some widow’s pet. I might have dismissed that nonsense if the man didn’t die the next day—just as this ghost cat had predicted! Now Iggy is determined to solve his murder, with or without my ...

A new job. A new hobby. And then death by bowling pin. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall. After enjoying my waitressing job at my aunt’s restaurant for the last three years, I got sucked into opening up my own private investigation firm—as an amateur sleuth, of course. Just because I was a good listener[read: gossip seeker] and helped solve a few crimes, that didn’t mean I had any business hanging up my shingle. But hang it I did. In need of a different gossip source, my partner and I joined a bowling league. I know, right? I’ve shunned anything to do with athletics my whole life. Just my ...

A witchy time travel tale that could only happen to me—and on Christmas Eve no less. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall. I know I’m a witch, but I never expected to have my powers turn against me and send me and Jaxson back fifty years to a snowy winter wonderland. Who knew the seventies were so archaic? No computers, no cell phones, and TVs with small screens that weighed as much as a battleship. Okay, gas might have been $.36 a gallon, but that seemed to have been the only plus. Experiencing what it was like way back then was fun for about one day, but wouldn’t you know it, a guest is ...

A psychic vision. Missing contestants. A witch and her pink iguana sidekick. Witch’s Cove, the idyllic Florida beach town, is finally getting their long-awaited deputy. The problem is that no one can dig up anything on him—good or bad—and that sets off alarms for the gossip queens. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, the amateur sleuth who works at the Tiki Hut Grill. The sheriff works hard and deserves good help, but is the new deputy, Nash Solano, really who he says he is? The day after he arrives, chaos descends on the town—as in, two contestants in a regional dog show go missing shortly ...

Finding a dead body in the wall of our new candy shop was strange enough, but then someone from the past returns with a pink ribbon I’d left on my very strange Christmas trip to Ohio. As a founding member of The Pink Iguana Sleuths of Witch’s Cove, I thought I’d seen it all, but I was wrong. When the sheriff’s department files this as a cold case, my curiosity gets the best of me. What else is new? It also didn’t help that my talking pink iguana is insisting that I look into it. When a corpse is fairly warm, it’s easy to come up with who wanted this person dead. Motives are ...