An inept witch. A talking pink iguana. A town trying to solve a lawman’s murder. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall—the Good Witch of the South—and I want to welcome you to Witch’s Cove, Florida, a delightful beach town where witches and humans reside in peace and harmony. Sounds perfect, right? Yeah, that’s what it says on the billboard, but here’s the real scoop. My aunt, who runs the Tiki Hut Grill where I work, sees ghosts—or rather sees one of them—namely her dead husband. My mom, a funeral director, is addicted to all things that have to do with The Wizard of Oz. She even has a terrier named Toto. And then there’s my familiar, Iggy, who is a very disgruntled pink iguana who fancies himself a detective. As for me, I’m a problem solver. My flaws are that I’m way too nosy for my own good, and I rarely say the right thing at the right time. This week’s exciting news? Our not-so-beloved law enforcement officer was murdered, and my best friend’s brother was accused of the crime. I have to help find the real killer, right? How could I not? Stop in to Witch’s Cove and grab a meal at the Tiki Hut Grill. You just might see me and my familiar in action.

An unlucky witch. A talking pink iguana. A frustrated ghost needing to know who killed him. Welcome back to Witch's Cove where the people—with the exception of a few random law breakers—are friendly and the sun always shines. If you want to talk to a dead relative, learn about your future, or need a spell created just for you, you've come to the right place. Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall, and after fourteen years of hearing my iguana complain about how my spell turned his green skin pink, I finally have a chance to help him. The problem? I'm either the worst witch in Florida or the unluckiest. At the store where I buy my potions, the owner happened to be out of town. No worries. Why shouldn't I trust the ancient substitute who is hard of hearing and doesn't see well? Long story short, she mixed in the wrong ingredient, and instead of turning Iggy back to green, I ended up seeing ghosts! Just my luck, the first semi-translucent figure I ran into was recently murdered and wants my help to figure out who did it. Never one to turn down a soul in need, I agree. If you want to tag along, please do. You'll find me at the Tiki Hut Grill most days serving breakfast and smiles. Oh, yeah. I found a talking cat too!

A psychic vision. Missing contestants. A witch and her pink iguana sidekick. Witch's Cove, the idyllic Florida beach town, is finally getting their long-awaited deputy. The problem is that no one can dig up anything on him—good or bad—and that sets off alarms for the gossip queens. Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall, the amateur sleuth who works at the Tiki Hut Grill. The sheriff works hard and deserves good help, but is the new deputy, Nash Solano, really who he says he is? The day after he arrives, chaos descends on the town—as in, two contestants in a regional dog show go missing shortly after a psychic sees a mysterious pink aura around them. The sheriff has been good to me and my talking pink iguana. So naturally, I have to investigate—both the deputy and the missing competitors. As is always the case, things never go as planned. ​If you want to learn more, stop by the Tiki Hut Grill and give Iggy and me a hand in solving this crazy mystery.

A witchy time travel tale that could only happen to me—and on Christmas Eve no less. Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall. I know I'm a witch, but I never expected to have my powers turn against me and send me and Jaxson back fifty years to a snowy winter wonderland. Who knew the seventies were so archaic? No computers, no cell phones, and TVs with small screens that weighed as much as a battleship. Okay, gas might have been $.36 a gallon, but that seemed to have been the only plus. Experiencing what it was like way back then was fun for about one day, but wouldn't you know it, a guest is murdered in the old Victorian B&B where we are staying. Surprise! Adding insult to injury, the only way we can return to sunny Witch's Cove in the 21st century is to solve this murder case—or so says some psychic. I'll be honest, at first it kind of sounded fun, until I wondered how could we do that with no modern conveniences and no gossip queens? Even worse,, there was no email. Please send all suggestions my way, though I have no idea if they will ever reach me. Oh, yeah. I'll be the girl in the bell bottom jeans that aren't even pink. Such indignities.

Death by poison is not a good way to go—unless the punch tastes good. My ten-year high school reunion was supposed to be fun—seeing old friends and maybe even making a few new ones. And I was really looking forward to spending an evening with Jaxson’s brother, Drake, again. Too bad, when we entered the dance, one of Drake’s friends was lying dead on the floor covered in pink punch. Sure Kyle Covington was a very rich investor who’d made his share of enemies, but had any of them been at the reunion? Considering Drake’s connection with the deceased, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t do some investigating? After all, I knew most of the suspects. Out of the blue, an unexpected arrival joins forces with Drake—one with magic. Was she involved in the murder or would she help solve the case? If you want to check up on the status of our crime solving, I’ll either be slurping down a chocolate shake at the Spellbound Diner or chatting with my aunt at the Tiki Hut Grill. Don’t worry—Jaxson and Iggy will also be on the case.

Pink smoke billowing out of my favorite bookstore sets me and my talking pink iguana on the trail of the arsonist. Watch out Witch’s Cove. Hi, I’m Glinda Goodall, amateur sleuth and witch. Whenever a fellow Witch’s Cove resident is targeted, for whatever reason, I, along with my trusty familiar, Iggy, and my computer savvy boyfriend, Jaxson, always step up to the plate to solve the crime. Today will be no different. This time it’s Frank and Betty Sanchez’s bookstore that was set ablaze, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out why. Candle’s Bookstore is one of the town’s icons. I don’t care that the gossip queens are convinced Frank, himself, set his place on fire. I refuse to believe I and plan to prove them wrong. For once, it doesn’t look like magic is involved, but I’ve been wrong before. Regardless of how the blaze was set, I might have use magic to catch the criminal before there rest of the town goes up in flames.