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Bestselling thriller writer Tess Harrow is almost at the end of her rope when she arrives with her teenage daughter at her grandfather's rustic cabin in the woods. She hopes this will be a time for them to heal and bond after Tess's recent divorce, but they've barely made it through the door when an explosion shakes the cabin. Suddenly it's raining fish guts and...is that a human arm?

The cozy, magical TikTok sensation! When a guest dies in the B&B she helps her aunts run, a young witch must rely on some good old-fashioned investigating to clear her aunt's name in this magical and charming cozy mystery. For four hundred years, the Warren witches have used their magic to...

A murder in the science lab shatters a woman’s quiet and ordered life when she decides she must solve the crime herself in this entertaining and uplifting mystery. Plenty of people consider Margaret Finch odd. Six-feet-tall and big-boned, she lives alone in a small cabin in the woods, drives a...

In Charm Cove, Maine, spring means blooming flowers, thawed snow, and just a hint of everyday magic. Moira Wicked is embracing it all—her powers, her future, and her recent engagement to Liam. Life is finally settling down. Until it starts raining daisies. One minute, the town looks like a picture-perfect coastal getaway. The next, it's drowning in daisies—falling from the sky, sprouting from rooftops, carpeting lawns, and turning every surface into a floral explosion. Pretty? Sure. Magical menace? Definitely.

Deep in the heart of winter, all is quiet in Charm Cove. Or so Moira Wicked likes to think. The charming town in Maine is blanketed with snow, and magic is murmuring under the surface, but nothing is amiss. Until it's time for maple sugaring season. One of the earliest signs of spring is when the maple trees are ready to tap for sap, which becomes maple sugar, and syrup, and more. Once the first few trees are tapped, Charm Cove residents start reporting missing buckets of maple sap. At first, it's only a few and then it's almost all of them.

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.

I'm a witch. Not a powerful witch, mind, but as Grandma liked to say, it's all in the kindness, not the power. Grandma is gone now, but her dream of having a witch shop lives with me. So, when the opportunity to run my own shop presents itself, I move across the country to take it, no questions asked.

It's official—I'm the luckiest witch ever! I have my own witchy shop, a great boyfriend, and my favorite book is being turned into a movie right here in Olmeda. Okay, so the shop is still on probation, Ian is still busy with the fallout from Halloween, and the movie has brought back the city's most infamous curse—anyone filming in Olmeda will come to regret it.

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.

Bad magic and good witches don't mix, but I make it work. Spellbooks are a witch's best friend, especially when they're passed down from your beloved dead Grandma. So, when an anonymous caller is interested in buying mine, my answer is nope, not ever, go away. Problem is, they won't take no for an answer. With suspicious newcomers in town and the increasing odds someone thinks my spellbook is full of dark magic, I find myself with no shortage of motives or suspects. Good thing I'm dating Ian, the world's sexiest paranormal problems expert.

Spring has finally come to Sugar Ridge, Vermont, and with it the end of syrup-making season. But Leila Khoury, new owner of Sappy Endings Farm, won't be making like molasses any time soon. Her best friend Heather's wedding is coming up, and Leila will do anything to make sure it lives up to all her sweetest dreams.

Letting no good deal go undone, the Good Buy Girls are ready to pounce on the St. Stanley flea market, where wealthy Vera Madison is selling off her vintage clothing. The widow’s wardrobe is just what Maggie Gerber needs to give her second-hand shop, My Sister’s Closet, the edge over vindictive rival Summer Phillips, who’s opened her own second-hand shop across the street. But when Vera is found dead, it turns out that she collected enemies like Dior gowns - and had more than a few skeletons in her walk-in closet. Now it’s up to Maggie and the Good Buy Girls to find the killer.

Tom, my husband, is always watching, controlling my every move. He chooses my clothes, my hairstyle, even instructing what and how much I’m allowed to eat – just ten measly mouthfuls. I’ve become isolated from those I love, forbidden to work and stuck at home to fulfil his every whim. My identity along with my life is long gone. I am slowly suffocating but I know Tom will never, ever let me leave alive. A chance encounter with Savannah changes everything. Tom couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Could she be my saviour?

Nothing is ever as it seems, at least not in Charm Cove, Maine. Moira Wicked moves away in the hopes she can escape her fate, or destiny, or something along those lines. She yearns to lead a normal life. A few years away teaches her one glaring lesson. It's incredibly difficult to be normal when your first name means destiny, your last name is Wicked, and you do come from a family legendary for its witchy ways.

Iced tea shop proprietor Everly Swan lands in hot water when a wealthy groom-to-be is found dead outside her cafe.

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.

When Rebecca is accused of murder - all over Amish sour cream spice cupcakes - it’s the start of another thrilling mystery for Jane Delight. Jane is eager to clear Rebecca's name, but with brooding Detective Damon McCloud wanting to whisk her away from the suspects, she’s in for the adventure of a lifetime. Can Jane, Mr. Crumbles the cat, and Jane's meddlesome octogenarian roommates, Matilda and Eleanor, cook up a plan save the day? Or is this mystery going to end in heart-bake?