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A psychic vision. Missing contestants. A witch and her pink iguana sidekick. Witch's Cove, the idyllic Florida beach town, is finally getting its 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.

Finding a dead body in the wall of our new candy shop was strange enough, but then someone from the past returned, carrying a pink ribbon I'd left on my very strange Christmas trip to Ohio. As a founding member of The Pink Iguana Sleuths of Witch's Cove, I thought I'd seen it all, but I was wrong. When the sheriff's department files this as a cold case, my curiosity gets the best of me. What else is new? It also didn't help that my talking pink iguana is insisting that I look into it. When a corpse is fairly warm, it's easy to come up with who wanted this person dead. Motives are everywhere, but not this time. We didn't even know the identity of the skeleton. I shuddered to think what kind of killer hid a body in the wall of a store. A very bad one, for sure. Regardless of how hard it will be, Jaxson, Iggy, and I are up for the challenge. I couldn't help but wonder why an FBI agent from the past was sent to us, though. To help? Or hinder?

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 to use magic to catch the criminal before the rest of the town goes up in flames.

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.

Don't get me wrong. I love magic, just not when it is used for evil. It's bad enough when some poor soul is murdered in my hometown, but when he's near and dear to someone I care about, I have no choice but to look for the killer. Since magic seems to be involved in his death, my teenage cousin and I might be the only ones who can discover the killer's identity. After all, we are witches. I was hoping this would be a run-of-the-mill case, but no. The number of suspects keeps mounting, making our job more difficult. Considering most suspects live across the state makes it doubly hard. Can we say road trip!! Seriously, this person is super dangerous, and we have to take precautions. But never fear, between my trusty talking pink iguana, my very talented business partner who has mad computer skills, and my teenaged psychic cousin, we're sure to crack the case.

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.

How can a perfectly planned Halloween party go really, really wrong? Easy. A dead body shows up in my decorated coffin. Welcome to my witchy world. Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall, the good witch from the south, who is a hopeless snoop turned amateur sleuth. I had one job this October, and that was to decorate for the annual Halloween fest at my aunt's restaurant. It was organized to the max: ghosts floating on the ceiling, a coffin with a vampire, and a small cemetery surrounded by pink-painted pumpkins. Spooky yet festive. Just my luck, someone was murdered at the party. I might not have inserted myself into the investigation had the corpse not been a very important person to our family. At first, it seemed like an open-and-shut case since several witnesses saw Spiderman kill the vampire. The problem? A ton of guests had similar outfits. What was worse was that several people were dressed as vampires-just like the dead guy. The big question was whether our friend was the intended victim or not. With the help from my psychic cousin and my talented computer expert business partner, we're sure to get to the bottom of this. So, stop in at the Tiki Hut Grill for a cup of java, and you just might see me.

A dead body on the beach and no suspects. Not the way a sleuth should start her day. Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall, part-time waitress and part-time sleuth. Oh yeah, I'm a witch with a talking pink iguana who thinks he's a detective. A few weeks ago, my seventeen-year-old cousin moved in with me (long story). Her passion? Taking photos. She's a witch too, but she refuses to acknowledge it-until she starts to hear voices in her head. When the dead man turns out to be her photo teacher, I have to help her find out who killed him. This obsession to learn his identity forces Rihanna to embrace her witch side, which leads to seances, ghost sightings, and a whole host of paranormal explorations-and I end up wearing something other than pink. Not a pretty sight. Please stop by The Pink Iguana Sleuth agency if you need anything. Either Jaxson or I will be there-and Iggy, of course.

A pink iguana convinced he can talk to a cat ghost. A woman's psychic vision leading to another murder. And a witch who has no idea who to believe. Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall, part-time witch and part-time amateur sleuth from Witch's Cove, Florida, a beach town full of witches and gossips. Iggy-my talking pink iguana-just dropped a bomb on me, saying he just communicated with the ghost of some widow's pet. I might have dismissed that nonsense if the man didn't die the next day-just as this ghost cat had predicted! Now Iggy is determined to solve his murder, with or without my help. I was losing faith that anyone would ever need my services as an amateur sleuth, when a high-profile woman shows up to our office claiming she had a vision of her husband being murdered and wants me to look into it. The problem? He's not dead. The sheriff dismissed her case, but that only gives me more reason to help her. Things get really weird when her husband actually is murdered, and guess who's the number one suspect? You guessed it. This woman. There goes my first paying customer. I won't abandon her though. I'm determined to prove she's innocent. When I'm not running around looking for clues, I waitress at the Tiki Hut Grill, so stop in for a smile and a great cup of coffee-or just to check in to see where I am in solving the case.

A new job. A new hobby. And then death by bowling pin. Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall. After enjoying my waitressing job at my aunt's restaurant for the last three years, I got sucked into opening up my own private investigation firm-as an amateur sleuth, of course. Just because I was a good listener[read: gossip seeker] and helped solve a few crimes, that didn't mean I had any business hanging up my shingle. But hang it I did. In need of a different gossip source, my partner and I joined a bowling league. I know, right? I've shunned anything to do with athletics my whole life. Just my luck, the league had only begun when someone ended up dead on the alley with a pin in his mouth-make that a pink pin. And no, I didn't kill him, not that everyone believes me. But don't worry. I'll be fine. I just needed to find the killer. If you need to find me, I'll either be working part-time at the Tiki Hut Grill or at my new digs above the Wine and Cheese Emporium.

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 lawbreakers-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!

Witch's Cove might have a rejected gargoyle familiar and a vandalized yarn shop, but even murder can't stop this love story. As an amateur sleuth, who happens to be a witch, I, Glinda Goodall, eventually get to the bottom of the whodunits. But when a gargoyle goes missing from atop a church, I don't know where to begin to look. If that wasn't troublesome enough, a vandal has strung pink yarn across the French-inspired yarn shop. Was it kids again? Or someone more nefarious? My only hope of figuring out this mystery is to join the women's knitting group. I'm such a sucker for gossip. But me, knit? It won't be pretty. Besides, do I really need a sweater in July-in Florida no less? Anyone willing to send me some tips on knitting, please do. I need all the help I can get on these cases.