Dakota Cassidy

Lassiter Adams is the ruiner, as in, he's digging up acres and acres of land for what he claims will be condos on the premise that he has every right to do it because he's an Adams, too.

Hello. My name is Stevie Cartwright, and I've been witchless for 30 days....

Julia Lawrence, highly successful pet boutique entrepreneur and all 'round sexually liberated werewolf, needs a place to invest the gobs of money she's been making hand over fist since she opened her store. Enter lion (roar!), Xavier Wolf from Pride Investments.

Things have been going pretty great for us these days. Inkerbelle's Tattoos is doing well financially. Our clientele is growing by the day, and we're about to purchase the guest house we've been living in from our dear friend Knuckles....

She was the perfect party-planning, haute-to-the max trophy wife. Now Maxine Cambridge is broke, unemployable, and living with her mother and teenage son in a retirement village, with her self-esteem kicked to the curb....

My name is Crispin Alistair Winterbottom, and I'm a British spy.... Or I was until my untimely, dare I say, suspicious demise....

When mild-mannered Casey Schwartz wakes up in jail, she has no memory of how she got there....

Sister Trixie Lavender here! After a rocky start (read: murdered landlord) to our arrival in Cobbler Cove, Oregon, things have finally slowed down. Er...mostly. My demon buddy Coop and I, along with our sassy talking owl Livingston, have settled nicely into our newly opened tattoo shop....

It's not enough that I talk to ghosts, but it looks like demons don't mind my company either. A demon so sexy, so mesmerizing, who smells like paradise, I literally have to remind myself he's a jerk and that he's trying to steal my sweet ghost's soul.

When last we met, good people, the biggest wish I've ever made came to fruition. It didn't happen without some help - okay, a lot of help. My outrageously handsome, smart, sometimes persnickety (read mostly persnickety) Spy Guy, Winterbottom, is finally here on earth with me....

At a fateful New Year's Eve party, Georgina Maverick, a little bit drunk, a lot mired in guilt from her tortured past, trips and falls off a rooftop, tumbling 10 stories to her almost death....

Business is booming, a certain silver-fox contractor named Cary Mann is hot in pursuit (wink-wink), and me and my bestie Fab are as tight as ever. Life is good—newly inherited boggart-in-a-crystal ball aside. Good, that is, until the next ghost shows up with an untimely demise to solve....

As a one-time OOPs employee, Ingrid Lawson has seen plenty of paranormal accidents. But witnessing and experiencing are two different things, and she's perfectly fine being a plain ol' human....

On a flower-scouting trip for the garden club's annual spring planting in the town square, while Win is ogling lavender bushes and pansies, I fall headfirst into a pile of soil where a body's buried....

Stevie here, and I'm happy to report we've settled into our new lives and found a modicum of peace since our last death-defying incident. Mostly....

I was fresh off the murder-suspect list and just settling into Madam Z's psychic medium shoes when another death rocked sleepy little Ebenezer Falls, Washington state....

It's been a while since Nina Statleon - ex-coffin lover, current chicken wing lover - lost her vampire mojo during a particularly brutal OOPS case. Her friends Wanda and Marty are worried....

Derrick is cursed to die if he doesn't make the woot-woot with his life mate on the night of the next full moon. Martine's been held captive by a power-hungry warlock for six long months, forced to do his bidding before finding herself stuffed in a cat carrier and ditched at a 7-Eleven....

Delaney Markham has a special talent. Not only does she see dead people, she hears them. By the way, communicating with tormented spirits all day, every day really puts a kink in your love life....

My name is Sister Trixie Lavender, and I'm an occasionally possessed excommunicated nun. I was booted from the convent after doing something unspeakable. Something I had no control over. Something that lives inside me to this day, exploding out when I least suspect it....