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Divorced mother Chantilly Adair didn’t take the job as the head of the Castleberry Georgia Historical Society because she thought it would be easy, in fact, she felt the exact opposite, and that suited her just fine. Desperate to get away from Birmingham and her ex-husband, she took her pre-teen son and high-tailed it straight to her childhood home in Castleberry, Georgia, and the echoes of her recently deceased parents.

Widow Missy Kingston takes on the job of a lifetime, and it’s not the one at her town’s animal shelter. It’s Halloween season, and the local animal shelter’s pooch adoption manager, Missy Kingston, is excited to show off the available dogs at her town’s Halloween festival! But when she discovers the festival’s organizer dead in a pile of pumpkins, Missy’s convinced there’s more to the story than meets the eye. When Missy sets out to investigate the murder on her own, what she discovers could solve the case, but only if the killer doesn’t get to her first.

I’d sell more homes if the dead bodies didn’t get in the way. I made a promise, multiple times, actually, to my husband, the Bramblett County Sheriff. I promised I wouldn’t put my life at risk doing his job. But... When I find my potential client’s son standing over her dead body, all bets are off. I just can’t let it go, no matter how hard I try. Truth be told, I’d put myself up against a murderer any day if it kept me from taking sides between Henrietta and Bonnie, besties currently on the outs.

It’s one thing to get attitude from her teenagers, but when Angela Panther’s newest ghost in distress is an in-her-face, snarky teenage boy, the psychic medium lays down the law. When an unidentified 14-year-old boy takes a dive off an interstate overpass, to solve the case, Atlanta area detective Aaron Banner calls Angela to get the truth about his junior John Doe.

Small town realtor Lily Sprayberry can’t catch a break. You solve new murders and uncover old crimes,but can you save someone from doing hard time?To return what was lost, solve my riddle at all costs. Travel back to ’83 and the murder of a girl from Forsyth County. The note sat inside an empty lock box on the dining room table of Bramblett County realtor Lily Sprayberry’s open house listing. A lockbox that formerly contained an expensive coin collection she promised would remain safe.

When the town’s biggest high school bully of all time decides to come back and haunt Castleberry High, it’s my job to stop him. The problem is, this job is bringing up a whole lot of personal baggage and bad memories...because that bully bullied me. The good news is, the town detective knows my secret and wants to protect me. The bad news is, the town detective knows my secret and wants to protect me. My goal is to send this ghost back to where he came from. But he’s pushing hard for me to solve his murder.

Bramblett County Georgia realtor Lily Sprayberry's brand new listing is a hit, just not the kind she expected. When Lily stops by the staged home, she finds the dead body of another realtor lying on the living room floor. With only a week until her destination wedding, and no leads, no potential suspects, and no possibility to leave the state until the murder is solved. Determined to find the killer in time to say I do, she does a little investigating herself. But the killer knows of Lily's knack for solving crimes and sets his eyes on her.

Welcome to Holiday Hills, a quaint, small town filled with quirky residents and magical mayhem. And for me? Just toss a pinch of a love triangle as twisted as a unicorn's horn! I'm a witch and a paranormal cozy mystery writer with a serious case of heartache. You see, my ex-boyfriend, Gabe, has been kidnapped by a mountain man who's out for blood. And things are about to get even more complicated! Both my life, and my feelings.

Bessie Frone, the beloved owner of the Enchanted Bookstore and Café, is in BIG trouble. Her family wand, made of pure gold and passed down for generations, has been stolen. Of course, Bessie is heartbroken, and now she’s ready to sell the shop and the building unless the wand is found. I can’t let her sell the Enchanted. It’s the heart of Holiday Hills, the place where gossip is always the daily special, and Bessie’s coffee is to die for! Well, not literally, thank Goddess!

Welcome to Holiday Hills, a magical small town full of quirky and sometimes strange magical beings, talking cats, coffee, and books! Things aren’t always what they seem here in town. Here, our secrets are as dangerous as a cursed love potion! I'm a paranormal cozy mystery author, and what’s happening? Even I couldn’t make this up!

I try hard to help the restless dead find closure. And usually, I succeed. But this time my detective boyfriend is throwing a wrench into my efforts. I might be able to take the word of a dead guy, but the police sure can't. And as always, things don’t turn out as planned. Now I’m stuck in the middle of a double murder - one from the past - and one from now.

As the manager of Angels on Earth Animal Rescue Shelter, Missy works to train and rehome dogs, and if that business is threatened, she doesn’t hold back. When a nearby dogfighting ring is busted and a wannabe local politician tries to get a pit bull ban approved, Missy comes out swinging. She wants to help those poor abused dogs, and she’s not going to let some town newbie get in her way.

Fourth book in the women sleuth's paranormal mystery series.

When psychic medium Chantilly Adair receives cryptic messages from the lacrosse park’s dead groundskeeper, she knows something bad is coming. What she doesn’t expect is tragedy to hit so close to home. Now her son’s best friend is missing and feared dead, and the only clues Chantilly has are the babblings of a confused ghost who won’t accept his death. Will Chantilly be able to decipher the obscure messages in time to save the boy, or will it be too little, too late?

When Missy Kingston brings her pooch party program to an annual gala fundraiser for the city's local women's shelter, she didn’t expect a murder. But when the most prominent financial contributor to the shelter is found dead, the big night comes to a halt. The suspect list is long, but Missy knows one person who shouldn't be on it: her friend Max Hoover. Missy vows to prove his innocence, and that determination leads her down a path of power, politics, and money. And it’s a path the killer doesn't want her taking.

When Bramblett County Realtor Lily Sprayberry puts her deceased client’s townhome, the last in a sought-after mixed-use development community, on the market, she winds up in the throes of a bidding war. Knowing a portion of the money will go to a scholarship in her client’s name, Lily schedules a realtor-only open house to raise the bids even higher. But on the day of the event, she discovers the home’s been vandalized, and every potential offer is taken off the table. Someone is out to stop the sale, and ruin Lily in the process.

Talking to ghosts can be killer. Castleberry, Georgia is a small Southern town with a ton of history, and that history includes a lot of ghosts. How do I know? Because I can see them. And trust me, that’s not always a good thing. Take the Baptist church on the outskirts of town. I’m in the process of certifying it as a historical building. And not only is it full of ghosts, but...surprise!...there’s a body in the basement. And I’m the one who found it.

What does a psychic medium do when her best friend’s daughter has been accused of murder? Enlists the help of her own dead mother to find the true killer. Of course, even if Angela didn’t ask for Fran’s help, Fran would give it anyway.

Thirty-five years ago, Genevieve Ryland stepped off the stage of her high school graduation and disappeared without a trace. For years her mother searched for her, hitting dead end after dead end. Now that she’s on her deathbed, her other daughter has asked me to find out what happened to her sister. Before her mother passes. It’s like opening a time capsule buried in 1985 when neon shirts, scrunchies, and big hair were all the rage.

Every day usually starts out the same for me. A little snuggle time with my pups, and maybe my husband if he’s not already out of bed, a cup of coffee, and a chat with my dead mother. Of course, one in which she participates. Because I can see dead people. The rest of the day is always a surprise. This time though, my first ghostly interaction of the day wasn’t with my mom. It was with my best friend’s ex-husband. Seems the guy who cheated on my bestie and knocked up the woman in the process has met his fate.