My name is Nora Black, and I'm celebrating my BFFs midlife matrimony!
Gilly is engaged, and I have invited a couple of friends to help us celebrate her bachelorette vacation in wine country. We are leaving work behind for three days of good food, good friends, and good fun.
Or so I thought. When the youngest of our group, Tippy Davenport, gets flirty with a local musician, his girlfriend is less than pleased. Some might even call her reaction homicidal. But when the woman turns up dead during a hiking tour, our vacation turns into an investigation.
It doesn't take a sommelier to sniff out the sour grapes surrounding this murder, including the astringent scents of old money, family intrigue, jealousy, and greed. I'll have to employ my psychic nose to catch a killer and get the bride back home to Garden Cove in time for her wedding.
Being a forty-something divorcee with a college-bound teenage son is a freaking cakewalk compared to wielding my unruly magic.
Did I mention that my newly discovered sister wants to kill me?
After a hellish week spent with older-than-dirt archdruids and a few new enemies, I’m ready to get home so I can hug my kid and sleep in my own bed. But nope, that’s not how my crazy magical mid-life works. My spirit magic has been triggered, and a ghost’s cryptic message gives me more bad news. Something worse than my psycho sister might be after me. Awesome.
It’s Battle Royale time. I’m so over selfish magical creatures trying to steal my powers and my life. I’ll need the help of all my tru-craft guardians if I stand a chance against my supernatural foes. But first, I’ll have to get into the spirit of my new element before the spirit gets into me.
Literally.
My name is Nora Black, and I'm having a very merry messy midlife Christmas!
Fifties are the new forties and I'm living my best life ever. I may have a few more aches and pains, graying roots, and couple extra pounds, but I also have two quirky best friends who always have my back, business is booming, and my love life has never been better or hotter.
That is until my sweetie Ezra Holden invites me home for Christmas to meet his family.
The season is full of surprises in Ezra's hometown, like a missing cousin, a case of mistaken identity, and a slew of painful memories-none of them my own.
This Holden Family Holiday should be filled with scents of peppermint, gingerbread, and pine, but all I smell is danger. It turns out my psychic nose really is the gift that keeps on giving.
Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom is getting easier every day. Thankfully, so is being a witch, you know, when monsters and power-hungry sorcerers aren’t trying to kill me. And they aren’t the only ones who want to take me down. Too bad for all of them. I don’t die easy.
Now that my nero-craft has been triggered, I’m off to the Iron Grove compound, along with my hot druid boyfriend and his violently awesome sister, to learn magic from the best of the best. Of course, not every druid or tru-craft witch is happy about me adding water magic to the earth, fire, and air magic I already wield. There is even talk of a test they want me to take that sounds about as much fun as an alien probing. No, thank you.
I’ll have to rely on allies, old and new if I want to survive the incoming tide of enemies who want me to drown in my own magic.
Literally.
My name is Nora Black, and I'm proof-positive that life past fifty just keeps getting better. I have great friends, own my own business, and I have a wonderful man in my life who loves me, crow's feet and all.
For my BFF Gilly's birthday, we are heading to an 80s-themed mystery weekend set in an old high school, and I'm looking forward to big shoulder pads and even bigger hair. The fact that my guy Ezra looks great in tight jeans doesn't hurt one bit, either.
But when my scratch-n-sniff psychic gift acts up, and it sniffs out an actual murderous plot, our fun outing takes a totally deadly turn.
My scent-o-rama is spazzing out to the max!
The clues are in the past, and we're racing against the clock to turn back time. But with my nose for clues and a little luck, hopefully, we can find a killer before schools out for murder.
As a forty-three-year-old, newly divorced, single mom, I know two things for certain: starting over sucks, and magic isn’t real. At least that’s what I thought. I mean, starting over really does stink, but when it comes to magic, I have to rethink everything.
I’ve spent the last year since my ex left me going through the motions. Get up. Work. Care for a grumpy teenager. Cook dinner. Go to bed. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Nothing changes … Until it does.
After bidding on a box of old books at an estate auction, I’m experiencing changes.
And I’m not talking about menopause.
My garden gnome Linda has come to life. No, really. Her name is Linda, and she never shuts up. A chonky cat with a few secrets of his own has adopted me. And a gorgeous professor of the occult tells me I’m a witch.
Right now, I’m not sure who’s crazier—me, Linda, or the hottie professor.
If this is my new reality, it’s nature’s cruel midlife trick. I’m learning fast that Earth spells might be easy, but they aren’t cheap. All magic exacts a toll, and if I don’t master the elements, the elements will be the death of me.
Literally.
Being a forty-something, newly divorced single mom comes with its challenges. Finding out I’m a witch is just another one of them. As a new practitioner of tru-craft, I’ve been told that every witch is called to a single element, and they are sent down one of two paths: the Fade or the Bright.
Of course, every rule has an exception, and in this case, it’s me.
My grimoire has revealed a new element I have to learn, and I am walking the ditch between the two paths. I’m going to need the help of a grouchy gnome, a cuddly imp, a fiery ifrit, and a hottie druid to keep me from burning down my life and everything around it.
My new reality is nature’s cruel midlife trick. Surviving Earth magic without blowing up my entire world has been hard enough. If I don’t master Fire, I’ll go down in flames.
Literally.
Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom can have its ups and downs, but discovering that I possess elemental witch magic has turned the downs deadly.
Most days, I’m just trying to raise my kid and not die. So when a troupe of randy pixies gather in my garden, demanding I protect them, I’m like, bitch, I can barely protect myself. On top of that, I have to worry about monster attacks from enemies new and old.
My grimoire keeps talking in riddles. No help there. Linda the Gnome is more surly than usual. Even less help. Thank heavens for my hottie druid boyfriend who has my back, front, and side, and a fat cat named Bob who calms me better than a prescription mood stabilizer.
Tru-craft has been nature’s midlife gift that keeps on trying to kill me.Earth nearly turned me to dust.Fire almost extinguished my flame.If I don’t master this new element, Air is going to blow me into the next life.
Literally.
A blizzard, a body (or two), and another mystery to solve.
When Lily Mason and her friends go on a winter holiday to a pet-friendly mountain resort, no one expects murder to be on the weekend's agenda. Things get twisted, when Lily and company discover the victim is no victim, and the suspects all have a reason for wanting him dead.
When a blizzard strands them all on the mountain, and a guest goes missing, the Moonrise gang kicks their investigation into high gear. They will have to pull out all the tricks if they are to have a snowball's chance of solving the murder, before the killer can claim another victim.
Midlife dating is all fun and games until someone falls into the flambe and catches on fire . . . and your best friend's ex-husband is accused of murder.
When my BFF Gilly Martin requests my help in narrowing down her dance card from two great guys to one, I reluctantly agree to employ my psychic nose for the good of my bestie's future.
But who knew dating could be deadly?
After Gilly's ex-husband is arrested for murder, I am more than okay with my Detective Hottie boyfriend locking the meathead up and throwing away the key. However, being a jerk doesn't make someone a killer, and the case smells fishy from the get-go. So, I'm putting my personal feelings aside and using my smell-o-vision to investigate.
Sometimes, the truth can be a real killer . . .
When Lily Mason and her human boyfriend Parker Knowles help a friend rescue two abused pitties, they're determined to find out who abandoned the dogs in a deserted house. But the decrepit home has other secrets, too, such as the dead body in the basement.
For once, Lily hasn't stumbled upon a corpse, but Parker's buddy has-and he's arrested for murder. With the help of their friends, human and non-human alike, Lily and Parker are determined to find out what really happened.
Even if it means putting their own lives in danger.
Werecougar Lily Mason has sworn off investigating crimes in Moonrise, Missouri. No more bodies, no more intrigue, and more importantly, no more murderers. But her plans for an easy-breezy drama and danger-free life is put on hold when a friend asks for her help in investigating a suspicious death.
When elderly Opal Dixon breaks a hip and must recuperate in a nursing home, she spends all her time complaining about her annoying roommate, her idiot doctor, and the laundry service that keeps losing her clothes to anyone who will listen. So, Lily is less than convinced when Opal insists a nursing home suicide is really foul play.
Still, to ease her friend's fears, Lily agrees to look into the situation. With her loyal dog Smooshie at her side while she delves into the case, Lily soon learns that it's not all bingo and low-sodium diets at Moonrise Manor.
And when Opal's suspicions make her the next target, Lily realizes she's running out of time to save her friend . . . and stop a sadistic killer.
