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The Bodie Island Lighthouse Library Classic Novel Book Club is reading Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne while workers dig into the earth to repair the Lighthouse Library’s foundations. The digging halts when Lucy pulls a battered tin box containing a Civil War-era diary from the pit. Tucked inside is a hand-drawn map of the Outer Banks, accompanied by a page written in an indecipherable code.

Septuagenarian librarian Cleo Watkins won’t be shushed when an upstart young mayor threatens to permanently shelve her tiny town’s storm-damaged library. She takes to her bookmobile, Words on Wheels, to collect allies and rally library support throughout Catalpa Springs, GA. However, Cleo soon rolls into trouble. A major benefactor known for his eccentric DIY projects requests all available books on getting away with murder. He’s no Georgia peach, and Cleo wonders if she should be worried. She knows she should when she finds him murdered - and evidence points to her best friend.

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

Football is a whole other thing in the South, Midwestern transplant Jewel Mantelle discovers, and on Sophia Island, they love the Gators. Jewel would be fine with that if her friends only meant the University of Florida football team, but they also seem to love the critters skulking around in the ditches and creeks running through their tiny beach town. At her first ever football party she finds herself front and center for the spectacle of the eccentric Bell Jackson calling the gators behind his huge mansion—and it gives her the creeps. But finding out those very same gators didn’t ...

An unlucky witch. A talking pink iguana. A frustrated ghost wanting 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 ...

Four years have passed. Four long years since Ava and Leo have been in the same room, since he drove away with her heart in his hands and never looked back. Ava wouldn’t know how to begin to make up for all the time she’s lost with her best friend, who also happens to be the man of her dreams. Leo’s life has only grown better. Reciprocity is living the good life; a song on a hit movie soundtrack, loads of girls at every stop, getting ready to co-headline their first major tour. He doesn’t let himself think about the past and the girl he let slip away all those years ago. Ava knows ...

Septuagenarian librarian Cleo Watkins believes in gracious manners, sweet tea, and justice - library justice. For over 40 years, Cleo has tried every trick in the book to get delinquent patron Dixie Huddleston to return the most overdue volume in Catalpa Springs, Georgia. When Dixie says she’ll finally relinquish the book, Cleo is shocked. She’s even more startled by the reason: superstitious Dixie says she’s seen the signs - she’s about to die and is setting her affairs in order.

A movie production in Witch’s Cove, a talking bad boy raccoon, and a dead leading lady. Just your typical day in paradise. I am so excited that I am going to be in a movie! So what if it’s not much of a speaking part? Just being around celebrities will be awesome. Or at least it was until one of the leading ladies turned up dead. It’s not that my partner and fiancé in The Pink Iguana Sleuths aren’t used to dead bodies, but this case also included a raccoon, who happened to be the leading lady’s familiar. It wouldn’t be so bad if he hadn’t recruited Iggy for his nocturnal ...

A wacky parrot, a poisoned pink dessert, and a roomful of suspects. Merry Christmas to me! I finally get to meet my fiancé’s parents, and what happens? At the welcome party, a neighbor is murdered right under our noses. Since Jaxson and I run the Pink Iguana Sleuth Agency, we shouldn’t be too shocked. We deal with dead people quite a lot. Sheriff June Waters is not amused when we try to help solve the crime, but hey, we aren’t going to stand by and do nothing. But boy, do I miss my gossip queens and the cooperation of our sheriff in Witch's Cove. However, we would adapt. What we ...

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 ...

My wedding was perfect--until it wasn't. A lost ring and a dead body could ruin even the happiest of days. Picture this: I, Glinda Goodall, soon to be Glinda Harrison, was standing at the altar, moments away from saying "I do." And that's when it happened. In the midst of the ceremony, my faithful companion, Iggy, a talking pink iguana and my trusted familiar, managed to misplace the ring. How, you ask? Well, in the process of investigating the shocking discovery of a lifeless body beneath a church pew, he accidentally swallowed the ring. Talk about wedding day drama! Naturally, the wedding...

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 ...

A distant family relation, a shadowy haunted house, and untold secrets come together to put the Pink Iguana Sleuths on a collision course with the supernatural. Greetings from Witch's Cove, Florida. Hi, I'm Glinda Harrison, not your average sleuth. As the co-owner of the Pink Iguana Sleuths, and a practicing witch, my methods are... unconventional. One of my partners in crime-solving is more unique than most. Iggy is my talking pink iguana who offers his insights that are often rather snarky. Together with my husband, Jaxson, we're an unbeatable team. Our next case is about to lead us into ...

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 ...

A cold case, a ghost in need of something to do, and a freshly dead victim of a vampire slaying. Now that’s right up my alley. Hi, I’m Rihanna Samuels, a nineteen year old mind reader, from Witch’s Cove, Florida. When the ghost of the woman who was killed on a cruise ship last month asks for my help to solve the cold case of a hit-and-run in Nebraska, what could I say? What anyone would: no! That is until she looked so dejected that I had to find out more about the person she wanted me to help. The case wasn’t all that interesting, but hey, I was on spring break, and I thought I ...

Birthdays should be happy. Mine was until a magical ring caused me to see many, many ghosts. It was a present from my mom. She’d found the ring that her mom had asked her to pass down to me, tucked away in a closet. The stone was a match to my pink pendant. Dare I hope it was magical, too? Turns out it was, because when I tried it on, I saw them—them being about ten ghosts floating around in my aunt’s restaurant. Oh, my. Naturally, I couldn’t wait to find out what was going on. It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen ghosts before, just not so many at one time. Note: I took off the ring ...

Vella Day brings you a yarn-spinning, time-hopping, mystery-solving extravaganza! Hi, I'm Edith Emory, just an average book-loving knitter with a passion for collecting knick-knacks. When I stumbled upon a magical talisman at a garage sale, I ended up on a wild adventure. You see, this talisman had the power to transport me back in time, and by chance, I landed in the groovy year of 1969. But don't worry. I wasn't alone. I had my trusty sidekick and doll-collecting best friend, Millie Morris, with me. Together, we're uncovering a mystery that's not just out of this world, but out of this ...