I'm a witch without a coven working for a detective sergeant turned into a dog.
After the coven excommunicates me, I need to find a new job. So when I see a sign asking for an assistant - only witches need apply - I feel my fortunes might be trending up. Sure, there's a murder to solve, a killer on my tail, and my new boss is a French Bulldog, but at least it's not working checkout in a supermarket.
Beezley and I soon form a private investigation service to help with the weird and wonderful cases my small New Zealand town of Riverhead has to offer. Join us as we chase leads into danger and back out again, with the help of some black magic and an occasional chewy dog treat.
This collection contains the following titles:
Selective Spells
Vexatious Voodoo
Muddled Mutt
Between a missing mermaid, a dead Santa, and a muddled mutt intent on causing trouble, this is shaping up to be one Christmas I'd like to forget.
When the annual mermaid parade is missing its central figure, Glynda tasks me and Beezley to track the oversized fish and get her back home where she belongs. The job isn't welcome but the cash is, especially when a confused chihuahua decides to tear up half my wardrobe.
The case soon leads us on a wild fish chase, with a short stop in a pub for much appreciated refreshments. With a few tangled threads to follow, I'm sure we'll be sorted in time to indulge in the silly season's activities to our heart's content.
But a false trail leads us straight into danger. An old foe raises his ugly head and we're soon in deep, deep trouble. If a muddled mutt can't save the day, it might be our chestnuts roasting on an open fire.
Just because the coven excommunicated me, doesn't mean I'm a bad witch.
Those ladies should learn to take a joke. In the meantime, though, it's left me in a bind. I need to get a real job, in a normal human occupation. Yuck.
But when I see a sign at the community centre asking for an assistant—only witches need apply—I feel like my fortunes might be trending up. Sure, there's a murder to solve, a killer on my tail, and a pittance in my bank account, but at least it's not working checkout in a supermarket.
And did I mention my new co-worker? Or 'boss' as he likes to call it. He's a detective sergeant with years of specialised training under his belt.
Somewhere along the way he also hacked off some powerful people. At least, I think that's why they turned him into a dog.
Hm. Maybe the supermarket would be a better bet after all.
Okay, so it turns out I am a “bad” witch. But I promise to only ever use my black magic powers for good.
It's a promise that's soon put to the test when a zombie shambles into the local bank just before closing. I'm not dead-phobic or anything, but trailing cemetery dirt all over the carpet isn't a great way to make friends.
When Glynda, our fear-inducing fearless coven leader hires me to investigate, I'm over the moon. Add to that, we have a real live blackmail case on our hands, and Beezley and I are close to hitting PI paydirt.
Soon, we're digging our noses into trouble all over town, and some of it comes back to haunt us. Luckily, I have a new black magic trainer to harness my mad skillz, if I can stop drooling long enough to concentrate.
With voodoo spells popping up all over town, I desperately need something to keep the local witches in check. Beezley might not appreciate his altered form, but I kinda wish I lived a dog's life right about now.
There I was, keeping a low profile, until a ghost showed up at the bar.
As an Owl Shifter forced to take refuge in the small mountain town of Beechdale, I've got enough trouble on my plate. But when my fellow barmaid is murdered, I feel compelled to investigate.
While police pursue my boss as the main suspect, I team up with a handsome journalist who's a few pies short of a picnic. Soon, we're uncovering secrets and eavesdropping on evidential conversations all over town.
With the help of wolf-friend Silvana and mouse-flatmate Dee, we sniff out a multitude of suspects. But until our rag-tag crew can narrow them down to a single killer, the true culprit is free to strike again.
A skeleton, fading powers, and an unexpected parental visit.
When my parents drop in for an unscheduled visit, a hastily prepared spare room reveals a dark secret. A skeleton is hidden inside the closet walls, and the dead body was a pixie!
With rapid-fire revelations coming from my mother and an invisible creature stalking the library, it's hard to grab a moment's peace. Add to that an enraged uncle-the same one who tried to cheat me out of my inheritance-and I'm halfway to wishing I'd never heard of Oakleaf Glade.
Worst of all, my pixie powers start disappearing, shunting me out of the supernatural world I so recently discovered. When the local librarian and my flatmate Brody both go missing, I must call on the help of all my friends and neighbors if we're to unravel the mystery of the long-dead skeleton and stand a chance against a powerful foe.
Ghostly rides, monster hunters, and a vampire who definitely isn't sexy.
A ghost train turns into a nightmare when a passenger is sucked into a mysterious vortex mid-ride. I soon stumble across his body, stabbed through the heart by a wooden stake.
Every supernatural in town is a suspect when it turns out the mysterious stranger is actually Blake Stone, Monster Hunter. His prey-any member of the paranormal community, fair or foul. With mounting fear his hunter buddies might soon arrive in town to avenge the death, we're all hard at work to solve the case.
However, my potential boyfriend Lucas is out for the count. He's developed a severe case of supernatural memory loss-an affliction that means our fledgling relationship might be over before it's started. Add in a mysterious vampire with a tea addiction and a group of pranking teenagers and it'll take a lot of pixie dust to untangle the clues and find the killer before they strike again.
A strange inheritance, a screaming ghost, and a backward aging cat. Welcome to Pixie-hood!
When I arrive in Oakleaf Glade to claim an inheritance, I imagine it'll run to a few hundred in a savings account. Instead, I receive an entire house!
I'd thank my lucky stars except for the experiences that come part and parcel with the arrangement. Things like my hair turning bright pink and trending skywards, or a kitten who I swear can understand me when I talk.
But when a ghost shrieks me awake at night, warning that if I stay I'll die just like my great aunt Esmerelda, I'm ready to put my boots on. Except my inheritance runs deeper than a title deed, it's lodged in my DNA. As the youngest daughter of a youngest daughter, I'm a Pixie, pink hair and all.
Luckily, I've made some fast friends in town already because I'll need all the help I can get!
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