I’m discovering that glossing over that whole “epicenter of a magical vortex” thing when I took this Lares job was a mistake. Looking back, that now seems like important information.Whoever said midlife was a time for reflection and relaxation clearly wasn’t an ancient guardian deity. I’d just started to think I was getting a handle on this whole Lares thing, and then the earth decided to open up into a giant, fiery hole of evil nastiness.Talk abou...

I always knew my shoe obsession would be the death of me. But I never guessed that murder would be involved.My name is Raelynn Kitt. My friends call me Rae. My ex calls me Kitten, which is only one of the many reasons he’s my ex. But that’s not important. I have a confession to make.I’m Rae, and I’m a shoe-aholic.There are no church basement support groups for my addiction. No first-year chips to mark my progress in kicking the habit. Which...

It was a Good Samaritan thing gone horribly wrong.She heard two men talking about killing some poor guy named Alastair. She only wanted to warn him…to save his life…but she soon found herself embroiled in his mess.He might be drop dead gorgeous. She might be forming a real attachment to his dog. But is any man worth this?Running for her life with a truly delicious hero, the help of his seven equally yummy brothers and one adorable dachshund...

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...

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...

Don’t ever let anyone tell you that getting on the wrong side of a curse is a small thing. Even when you think you’ve got a handle on them, those suckers have a way of jumping up and chewing on your nose before flinging you into the pits of Hell.Have you ever heard of a Groundhog Day curse? Yeah, I hadn't either. Until somebody put one on a certain goth teenager, who means a lot to me. I'm determined to find the source of Wanda's curse and fix it. But the ...

3 full-length novels of paranormal cozy adventure fun!This is no boring librarian shushing people from behind a desk. This librarian corrals rogue magic. But more importantly, she has a frog and a cat, and she’s not afraid to use them!

I'm trying to find my missing Council member, which might involve visiting the spectral plane. Something that I'm strangely not looking forward to. (sarc) The last thing I need is this...this mess. Achieving my full powers feels like mega-menopause, hot flashes and all. Unfortunately, these flashes can actually burn.Something’s changing. Something big. I’m finally achieving the last stage of my Lares power. I realize the transformation is going to be hard....

I’d really been looking forward to a night on the town, showing the sexy Justice why Fort Walton, Indiana was known as the Paris of the Midwest. Okay, not really, but he doesn’t know that. Wink, wink. Unfortunately, instead of my sexy new over-the-knee boots, I’m wearing clunky work boots, and slogging through mud in search of patient zero for a new contagion. Good times.My name is Raelene Kitt. My friends call me Rae. Not Kit Kat or Kitten, despite what m...

Unfortunately, the charred pigs-in-a-blanket weren’t the most offensive thing to come out of this particular party. Not by a long shot.It’s true, I’ve always hated parties. I’m usually too tired at night to get dressed up and...well... people. Honestly, I’m not very good at peopling under the best of circumstances, let alone when I’m tired. But Jack is trying to build his business, and I’m trying to support Jack, soooo...

Come to Silver Hills. Where petting a cat can be a death sentence and yoga is all about survival.Silver Hills Senior and Singles Residence isn’t exactly a boring place. Home to a death-predicting cat named Tolstoy, a night manager who may or may not suck blood and float above the floor, a cook with mad voodoo and pie-baking powers, and a trio of nosy sleuths who are determined to get to the bottom of the corpse in the library (maybe literally)…some might 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, broken appliances, leaky roo...