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Quinn Delaney is struggling to keep mum about her paranormal midlife. Thankfully, she has her best friend Toni Miller to confide in. Secrets between them are usually off limits. Except, a non-disclosure agreement keeps Toni's lips sealed about outrageous events that happened during a reality show where she fell head over heels in love. That secret is driving Quinn crazy. She wants the best for her bestie, but when Quinn finds a Bookend Bay baker dead, she must rethink what's best when the baker's ghost points a finger at her murderer—the new love of Toni's life. It can't be true!

Wedding bells are about to chime for Quinn Delaney's best friend, but for Quinn, the only thing ringing is the spectral voice of a true crime podcaster haunting her cafe. This egocentric ghost has a bone to pick, and it involves the untimely demise of Bookend Bay's chauvinistic bookstore manager.

Recently divorced, Quinn has enough on her hands trying to win a culinary contest to put her new cafe on the map. One cordial short of an entry, she doesn't have time to help her new renter exorcise an evil spirit from her house. And then she finds the woman's body face down in her kitchen. As Quinn begins to unravel the mystery behind her tenant's murder and her brother's sudden avoidance, she suspects something far more sinister is at play in Bookend Bay.

Quinn Delaney thought she'd seen it all, but then her crazy life takes an unexpected turn. To find out if a recurring murder-dream has come true, she agrees to investigate the death of a matchmaker who'd rubbed Quinn the wrong way. Fortunately, this case comes with perks—a resort vacation and maybe even true love—as Quinn and Toni go undercover as participants in a matchmaking competition. With romance in the air, it's hard not to get caught up. Or maybe not, because Quinn is perfectly happy with her single life. Isn't she? There's little time for that debate. She has a killer to catch.

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With my life back to normal - normal being a very relative word - one would think I’d catch a break. One would be very wrong. With an angel gunning for me and a demon in my bed, life couldn’t be more complicated. Not to mention, I’m going to have to make a rather large life choice. Do I want to live forever? Does anyone? Forever is a very long time. Whatever. I’ll think about it tomorrow...or next week...or next month. As long as I have my girlfriends, my dogs, a super-sized case of merlot, and my deceased squatters, I’m good to go.

After a Luke Skywalker/Darth Vader moment, I discovered I do indeed have a father. He comes with a hell of a lot of baggage, but I’ve decided to keep him. Not only do I have a father, I have a kick-ass new sister, a ghostly family, and super powers to boot. If you add to the mix that I’m dating the Grim Reaper, it’s a freakin’ party. The only thing standing in the way of my happiness is the Angel of Mercy, though Angel of Misery is more appropriate. She’s responsible for almost everyone I have loved, and who has loved me, being taken away.

Since moving to Hollywood Lakes, Shay's life has been full of surprises—like the mysterious crow gifts she keeps finding on her porch and her childhood summer camp turning into a getaway for adults. It's all cocktails and crafts until Color Wars begins, and Shay learns her former nemesis is captain of the opposing team—even meaner now than she was then. Shay's determined to win . . . until word witch duty calls.

Thirty-nine was a fantastic year. I was married to the man I loved. I had a body that worked without creaking. My grandma, who raised me, was still healthy, and life was pretty damned good. But as they say, all good things come to an end. One year later, I’m a widow. My joints are starting to ache. Gram is in the nursing home, and dead people think my home is some kind of supernatural bed-and-breakfast. Gluing body parts onto semi-transparent people has become a side job - deceased people I’m not even sure are actually there.

Blair Braden was retired. Now that Pearl has succeeded in her efforts to pull Blair back into the hunter folds, Blair can no longer say she's a retired hunter. She's the new liaison between the shifters and the hunters. What surprises her is when the hunters start calling her with questions about shifters. Blair just might have to enlist her daughter as her co-liaison. After all, Meggan is half shifter, half hunter. Blair welcomes the distraction away from the hot alpha biker wolf Maddox who happens to be her mate. It's all going to be okay. Blair can handle anything.

Living back at Mom's place with her and Gram is not how this ex-district attorney intended to start the next chapter of her life, but I shouldn't be surprised it's where I ended up. You see, my family is cursed. Literally. At least that's what both Gram and Mom claim. I've never given much thought to their ridiculous superstitions, but when three local patrons from my mom's occult shop end up dead, even I'm a bit unnerved. So I decide to dive right into the crazy headfirst. And what I thought would be the end of my journey...may only be the beginning.

When one of her favorite people goes missing, aka Alfred, Ava goes into mama-bear mode. Nobody is going to get away with stealing her friend and butler. The immortal Vikings are the first names on her suspect list, but was it really them? The truth stone aids in the search, but Ava begins to doubt even that as everyone who has ever met Alfred becomes a suspect.

Never in my 40 years did I think my new normal would be gluing body parts back onto ghosts and hosting a houseful of dead squatters. Thank God for superglue and a strong stomach. Never thought I’d date the Grim Reaper and that I would be the one to blow it. I mean, how idiotic does one have to be to get dumped by a dude who lives in Hell? Going about business as usual is not usual in any way. No one is who they seem to be...and to be honest, neither am I. What I’d known to be true has turned out to be myth. The angels are frightening, and the demons are hot.

What do you get when you mix up a dead mobster, a snarky feline familiar, and a sudden marriage proposal? If you're Ruby Diamond, witch of Fiddler's Cove, Connecticut, you get a whole lot of problems. It seems like everyone in town wanted Benito Lombardi dead. How can Ruby sift through the clues and navigate the biggest decision of her life at the same time? Everything she's been working for comes to this one last case. The stakes are so high. Fortunately, Ruby has her perpetually snarky and habitually mouthy cat Rumpus at her side.

There's a dead man on the floor. And somebody is knocking on the door! Her trusty feline familiar, Rumpus, is passed out in the bathtub. It looks like a setup. They weren't lying when they said middle age was full of surprises! She can't go to her boyfriend, Jon. As Chief of Police, he'd have a nasty conflict of interest. The truth is that Ruby looks like the suspect. And there's nothing or no one on the good side of the law that can help her. So . . . she teams up with the mob. That's right. She calls her nemesis, Benito Lombardi.

Middle aged sea witch Ruby Diamond returns for another magical mystery adventure. While looking for the missing father of her teenaged apprentice Allegra, Ruby and Chief of Police Jon "Merman" Miller stumble across a dead body. You'd think people would learn not to leave those things lying around! As always, Ruby is aided by the perpetually snarky and habitually mouthy feline familiar Rumpus as she searches for clues to unravel the mystery. This time, she'll need all the help she can get, because forces both mundane and magical are mustering to take her down before she can uncover the truth.

Just when Ruby finally gets her boyfriend Chief Jon Miller back, and utters the dreaded "L" word, a bank robbery steals away his chance to reply. Ruby handles the situation in her usual, inimitable style, only to find yet another distraction: Murder. It's "Fame Over" when a reality TV starlet turns up dead in a dumpster. Ruby has her hands full trying to juggle the many suspects and twisty clues, let alone getting Jon to 'fess up about his feelings. Of course, Ruby doesn't have to charge into the mystery alone. Her trusted feline familiar is on the case as well.

The cozy coastal town of Fiddler's Cove, Connecticut, is rocked by an explosion and all of a sudden Sea Witch Ruby's maybe-boyfriend Chief of Police Jon Miller is presumed dead after his car exploded under mysterious circumstances. Now she must unravel a tangled web of twisted clues to bring the killer to justice! Who blew up Jon's patrol car? Was it ruthless mobster Benito Lombardi, who wants revenge on Ruby for sending his best hitman to prison? Or could it be greedy industrialist "Tex" Tillerson, whose hokey southern charm hides a dark secret?

Fortysomething witch Ruby Diamond and her big-mouthed feline pal Rumpus return for another midlife magic and mayhem mystery. Ruby's just trying to live her best life in her cozy coastal town in Connecticut—and make time with the handsome merman Chief of Police John Miller—when she gets a little extra protein with her fresh cod . . . A severed human finger.

When Ruby returns to the small coastal town she'd left twenty years ago, she's overwhelmed with melancholy. After all, it's where her fiance dumped her at the altar. That's why all Ruby wants to do while in town is settle up and leave. But things get dangerous when Ruby's ex-fiance is found dead in his office. Ruby is the prime suspect and must solve the case in order to clear her name. Fortunately, she's not alone. Her feline familiar Rumpus is there to back Ruby up to the hilt. If only he could avoid making snarky comments and one liners while they do it!