Althea Rose

Tequila Key is just like any other small town, and I'm just like any other small town psychic. Scratch that. Tequila Key is a world onto itself and some people might think that I am one crayon short of the box. And, if we're being totally honest, Tequila Key is just like any other small town - if that town boasts a voodoo priestess and a few white witches for flavor. Turquoise blue water and the best margaritas this side of Mexico make it hard to leave.

When a radical Pagan group blows into Tequila Key to celebrate the autumnal equinox, Althea Rose's psychic senses start tingling. She goes on full alert after meeting Horace, a Gandalf wannabe who reminds Althea of an old man playing dress up. One look into his pale eyes sets her straight, and soon Althea's best friend Luna is forcing her to learn a magickal protection spell before they investigate Horace and his festival. To make matters worse, Althea botches the spell and the results are...interesting to say the least.

When an esteemed institute in London hires Althea and her dive master buddy, Trace, to document a high-stakes treasure expedition, they are pulled into a game that neither of them had realized they were playing.

It isn't every day that a billionaire pharmacy CEO sails his yacht down to Tequila Key to see how the common folk live. Or in Chadwick Harrington's case, to hide out from the media circus threatening to ruin his not-so-illustrious career after he privatized a patented cure for Alzheimer's. No wonder he's called "The Most-Hated Man in America." When Chadwick is abducted, his security chief forces Althea and Miss Elva to use their extra-sensory powers to find Chadwick within three days...or else.

Fame is a tricky business, as Althea Rose learns firsthand when the spotlight-seekers sweep into Tequila Key after rumors of a psychic reality show hit the headlines. Even more annoying are the tabloid photographers who insist on taking photos of Althea in the most unflattering positions - like bending over to take off her wet suit. Who wants their bum plastered across the cover of a magazine?

Nothing sets the gossips of Tequila Key on fire as much as a new mystery to solve, and word on the street is that a flamingo statue for the new mini-golf course has been stolen. When the Flamingo King himself arrives in town to investigate, no one is more shocked than Althea when Miss Elva takes a shine to the man. Despite her protests, Althea is dragged into chaperoning Miss Elva on their dates, all while doing her best to not to cringe every time she hears Miss Elva giggle.

They say it’s best to bury your past, but for one misguided grave robber - the past is an obsession. When Althea Rose learns that a grave robber has infiltrated Tequila Key, she does her best to pretend she’s not interested. No, she doesn’t want to hear more details. And she most certainly does not want to help Chief Thomas track down the industrious body thief. Only when one comes knocking at her door in the middle of the night - a corpse, that is - does Althea realize she’ll need to get a little help from her friends to rid her garden of otherworldly pests.

When a jewelry heist goes down right in front of Miss Elva’s eyes, she recruits Althea and Luna to help recover the missing piece. They quickly realize they’re dealing with much more than they bargained for when they discover that the Seven Star Sister Society, a group of amateur witches, are unleashing absolute havoc all over town with their misfiring magick.

It wouldn’t be the holidays without a little extra sparkle - and nobody does sparkles quite like Miss Elva. When she decides to debut her Spring resort wear line during a fashion show at Lucky’s, all of Tequila Key turns out for the holiday event. Althea doesn’t know which is more shocking - the fact that the models are wearing glitter boy shorts and Santa hats, or the fact that she kind of wants to see her husband, Trace, in said shorts. Either way, all bets are off when Miss Elva’s eye candy for the night takes a sip of her drink and gets poisoned.