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Welcome to Broomstick Bay! Here the electricity is glitchy, the townsfolk are witchy, and Ruby has a catastrophic secret that is clawfully twitchy. Non-practicing witch Ruby Crosswell doesn't plan on staying in her hometown of Broomstick Bay for long. She's only back for her reunion and to see her high school crush. The event starts with a dusting of romance.

Everyone loves a good wedding, and the residents of Broomstick Bay are no exception. It doesn’t matter that we’re in the dead of winter and temperatures are ferocious. The festivities are going to be positively howling. My name is Ruby Crosswell, and I’m a newly re-practicing witch. Not only that, but I can turn into a cat. It’s one heck of a trick, but don’t ask me how I do it. I’m still working on the logistics. Besides, our bakery is three tiers deep into the cake for Heath Banner and his werewolf intended, Fern Franklin.

The Crosswells are celebrating Grandy's birthday (we don't discuss her age unless we are willing to be cursed with warts in unspeakable places) with a big party at Coven House, and I'm in charge of the cake. My name is Ruby Crosswell, and I'm a newly re-practicing witch. Not only that, but I can turn into a cat. It’s one heck of a trick, but don’t ask me how I do it. I’m still working on the logistics. When a vampire interrupts the celebration, the sweet and powdered festivities turn bloodsucking.

Welcome to Everlasting, Maine, where there's no such thing as normal. Marcy Lewis is cursed, honestly and truly, which makes dating very interesting. With a string of loser boyfriends behind her, she’s done looking for love in all the wrong places. That is, until the new firefighter arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Everlasting. Nicholas Logan is unlike any other man she’s ever had in her life. When someone starts sending her photographs that raise a red flag, it soon becomes apparent that she’s not just cursed. She’s in serious danger.

The fun of an English baking contest set in the beautiful English countryside complete with witches, recipes, and murder. Join Poppy and her friends as she puzzles out another complex murder that might have ties to her!

Marzie will need to deploy every magical skill she's acquired to keep her town on track, a killer from striking again, and her potential daughter-in-law from bringing down a curse on the entire clan. 

Killer cupcakes? Seems improbable to Lina, but when an attractive detective snaps cuffs on her and accuses her of witchy crimes, she's forced to reconsider. The murder weapon? A cupcake topper sold in Lina's shop Sticky, Tricky Treats. The method? A killing curse. The curse's origin? Lina...sort of. Except, Lina hadn't a clue that she was a witch and certainly didn't know she'd accidentally cursed some of her confections.

When Bohemian Lake’s favorite house flippers Jack and Juniper agree to renovate café-owner Pike Hart’s newly inherited property - the old mill - they’re expecting to solve configuration issues, not cold cases. But with the previous owner, the ghostly Doctor Albert Downey, still in residence and connected to their own mysterious haunting, what choice do they have? The doctor convinces Juniper the only way he and his murdered bride Victoria - the ghost of the Gothic Inn - can move on is if Juniper solves the 100-year-old mystery of their murder-suicide.

Can Tamsyn cook up a spell to solve a famous author's murder before the killer strikes again? It's Tamsyn's first solo gig as manager of the Pinecroft Inn's kitchen after Aunt Gwen skips out for a once in a lifetime cruise right before the start of the island’s big literary festival. Tamsyn thinks she finally has a handle on the whole magical cooking thing, but her confidence turns to panic when a famous author dies after eating the treats she'd prepared for the festival’s fancy-schmancy afternoon tea.

I’m out at a Halloween bash when Anthony, my obnoxious apartment manager, busts into my place and lets the dog and cat out. I'd gladly have killed him, but someone beats me to the punch. Now, I’m searching for my beloved fur baby and trying to figure out who killed my obnoxious slumlord. It’s probably for the best I don't know that Theodore, my cat, and his furry pals are running loose in the neighborhood sniffing out Anthony's killer in the middle of Halloween madness. What could possibly go wrong?