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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.

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 misadventures. Since we suspected magic had something to do with the woman's death, the sheriff actually welcomed our interference (his word, not mine). With a large cast, the suspect list was endless. As daunting as that sounds, between the gossip queens in town and several powerful beings, I'm confident we'll find the killer. If you want to check up on Iggy and this miscreant raccoon, check the alley behind our strip mall, and you might catch a glimpse of them. They would be happy to fill you in on the latest news.

How far would you go not to age? Would you commit murder? Well, someone decided to. Welcome to Witch's Cove, where the strangest of cases occur. Murder often abounds, but so does time travel, shifters, and evil warlocks. When the elegant Alexandria Coronado asks for my help in finding her pink pearl necklace that was stolen from the Magic Wand Hotel, I had no idea it would involve murder, scuba diving, and a massive empire. Because our sheriff suspects magic is involved, he is willing to join forces with the Pink Iguana sleuths. That's where I come in. Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall, and I'm a witch who, together with my fiancé, runs our sleuth business. At first, I thought this was going to be another run-of-the-mill theft case, but when Alexandria goes scuba diving and is lost at sea, it turns into a lot more. Finding that she is a super wealthy heiress of a vitamin empire, makes our suspect list grow even more. If you want to be kept up-to-date on where we are in solving this case, stop by our office, or just look upward to find a black wing-tipped seagull. Where he is, you might find Iggy, my talking pink iguana, who is always in the know.

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 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 right away. Even I was a little scared. Eventually my Nana appeared to ask me if I could find a missing friend of hers. Sure, no problem. It's what I did, being an amateur sleuth, and all. Armed with her name, I set out to pick the brains of the gossip queens, but what I found out made seeing ghosts a piece of cake. Thankfully my wonderful boyfriend and my talking pick iguana familiar will help me figure it out. Stop on by the Tiki Hut Grill to get the latest update on this very bizarre case.

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.