It was a simple holiday getaway…a chance to regroup and figure out how to move forward after losing the man of her dreams…then she witnessed a murder on the beach…Dolfe Honeybun broke up with Blaise Runa because her party girl ways were driving him to distraction. Unfortunately, out of sight does NOT mean out of mind. And when his favorite party girl sees something she shouldn’t and finds herself being chased by a cold-blooded killer, reason shuts down and...

It’s definitely curtains for May’s client. He’s exited Stage Left for the last time.May Ferth just wants to do a good job in her role as fake girlfriend. But there are strange goings on at the funeral. Shifty characters whispering secrets in shadowed corners, and a truly yummy advocate for the dead guy implying that May might have had something to do with his friend’s unscripted exit.May might be a thirty-three-year-old ex-community theater actress...

Three novels of thrilling paranormal cozy adventure fun!She has a magical cat and a talking frog. If only she knew how to use them.

Psst! Can I tell you a secret? Midlife is a c-r-a-z-y ride. Not what I expected at all. But, I’m having a ton of fun in between the…you know…near death experiences and bladder-testing moments of complete terror.Curse, curse, swear! How did midlife get so out of control? All I wanted was to make my own mark on the world. Start my own business and celebrate the end of an uninspiring marriage. Instead, I have a bat in my belfry. Not a metaphor…a REAL bat. The...

Sticks and stones can break my bones, but wrinkles might actually kill me!Just when I think I understand life, the Universe flings a magic booger at me.It just doesn’t pay to think you’ve got a handle on things.For example, my favorite customer, Mrs. Foxladle, got into a simple disagreement with her book club friends over their obsession with youth and beauty. The next thing you know, they’re all dead.Did Mrs. Foxladle kill them?

THE YESTERDAY'S MYSTERIES PREQUELAn old house…a shadowy night…a tortured spirit...two lives irretrievably changed...Pratt Davies is a police detective with the Saint Louis PD. He’s comfortable in his role…confident that he’s seen just about everything there is to see.Until he and his partner answer a call to enter a home where blood-curdling screams speak of horrific violence.Inside the disturbing house, he encounte...

FaLaLaLaLa the songbird’s dead.It seems like a bad joke. I mean, Carol Ling? What cruelty of parental whim would make people name a kid Carol when her last name was Ling? But that’s not really the point, is it? The point is her death. Or really murder. Carol died with a song on her lips and my PI boyfriend and I intend to find her murderer. With an assist from my genius Pomeranian, Shakespeare, and a couple of quirky neighbors, we’re on the killer’s trail....

I wasn’t looking forward to going with my PI boyfriend to the rustic cabin in the woods of a crotchety local recluse who believed someone wanted him dead. I definitely wasn’t prepared for what happened next.Deb Taylor isn’t what you’d call a normal kind of guy. Maybe it’s the fact that he bears an eerie resemblance to the elusive mythological sasquatch. Or perhaps it’s the fact that he’s a six-and-a-half-foot-tall, hairy and muscular guy named Deb. It’s po...

’Tis the season for great folly…walawalawalawalala…ribbit.It’s Christmas time at Croakies. The tree is up. The stockings are hung. And Christmas tunes are turning the atmosphere jolly. After a tumultuous Samhain, I’ve found my chi again and I’m starting to enjoy the season of love and giving.Yeah. You probably know how this is going to end.When Sebille suggests I open the bookstore up to a small holiday party, I foolishly agree. How was I s...

My name is Phillipa Hilda Schultz, but everybody calls me Pippi (It’s pronounced pee-pee. Yeah, I know). I run a boarding house for people in the early winter of their lives. You know what I mean… People whose leaves are thinning, and whose lawns are slightly frosty in the early mornings.I inherited the business from my grams and had no experience running a boarding house when I stepped in. There’s no question I’ve had my hands full. Fractious boarders, br...

Magical chaos, old enemies, new adversaries, and danger around every corner…I HATE this time of year!Okay, I’ll admit it, this is my least favorite time of year. Yeah, I understand the enchantment of the season…I get that…but most people don’t have jobs that involve wrangling magic. During the last three months of the year, magical influences run rampant. And that means a lot more work for me.And this year is the worst of all.Why you ask?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Bumpkin, died a very shiny death…Rudy-Bob Hortmann has never quite gotten the hang of making friends. He doesn’t much like peopling, mostly preferring the company of his pot-bellied pig, Ethel Squeaks to humanoid types. But there’s one exception. Rudy-Bob loves kids. So for Christmas every year he gives himself a present. He plays Santa at the annual Deer Hollow Christmas party. Only this year, Rudy-Bob doesn’t make it out of the Sant...