Bøker av Vella Day

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 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 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!

An innocent photo outing, a very stiff dead body, and more surprises than the words in a song. Wouldn't you know it? The one time my cousin, Glinda, and her fiancé, decide to go camping (I know right), I stumble upon a dead body in some abandon farm house. Turns out the guy was some famous singer who quit the music business ten years ago.I would have let the sheriff handle the investigation, except that the body was in a rather strange condition, which implied magic was involved. That's where I come in. Okay, the sheriff really wanted my cousin to help since she is a sleuth and a witch, but she wasn't in town, so guess what? I was asked to help investigate. Yes, I'm a witch too, but my talents extend mostly to mind reading and an occasional séance.No murder mystery would be complete without Iggy, and a few other helpers-like my ghost friends Bella and Lorenzo. If you want to see how we solved the crime, just come to the Pink Iguana Sleuths' office in Witch's Cove, Florida to chat.

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 could convince my boyfriend to help. Here's the rub. We didn't end up with the case we started out to solve. Nope. We found another dead body that I feared was the result of a vampire attack. That's when I knew we needed help from our old friend, Lorenzo Bambini III. Sure, he's a ghost, too, but I was convinced he was the key to solving our case.