Hollie Jackson
"My name is Lemon Layne, and if asked to describe myself, like maybe on a dating site (which is never gonna happen), I'd have to go with best convenience store/barbecue joint owner in the Pacific Northwest.
I live in the tiny tourist town of Fig Harbor, Washington with my adorably neurotic best friend, Coco Belinski, my a-little-left- of-center (read totally out there) mom, May, and my...
Hi, all! I'm back...er, I mean, we're back and boy do we have a tale to tell!
Now that Win is up and about, he's been a very busy bee. He's jumped in with both feet, getting involved in our community and living his best life now that he's unencumbered by his spy past. He's even joined the Ebenezer Falls garden club and made all the female member's toes curl with his British charm.
On a flower scouting trip for the garden
..."My tiny town of Fig Harbor's just recovering from our last tango with murder, only to be faced with yet another—and this time, it sure looks an awful lot like a vampire's on the loose in the Pacific Northwest.
Vampires are just Twilight fiction, right?
I'm not so sure after a murder victim is found in my koi pond right next to my favorite fish, Koi George, (not good!) with bite marks on...
Stevie here, and I'm happy to report we've settled into our new lives and found a modicum of peace since our last death-defying incident.
Mostly...
My International Man of Mystery continues to lay low here in Ebenezer Falls until we can sort out his earthbound credentials, but we have a routine and as the holiday season begins, we're ready to do a little celebrating. In the midst of us adjusting to life together, a
...A contemporary fantasy of mystery and death as American expats battle Japanese gods and monsters to retrieve an ancient artifact that can destroy the world.
On Saturday afternoon, Nikki Delany thought, "George Wilson, in the kitchen, with a blender." By dinner, she had killed George and posted his gory murder to her blog. The next day, she put on her mourning clothes and went out to meet her best friend for lunch to discuss finding a replacement
...Poor Tito the Taco Man...it's "nacho" lucky day...
Yo quiero taco man!
Hello again! It's me, Stevie Cartwright, ex-witch and new Madam Zoltar! I was fresh off the murder-suspect list and just settling into MZ's psychic medium shoes-with the help of my bat familiar Belfry and spirit spy Win-when another death rocked sleepy little Ebenezer Falls, Washington State.
Tito Bustamante, my beloved purveyor of mouth-watering
It's me again, Stevie Cartwright. Powerless ex-witch, pseudo medium, and amateur sleuth, reporting to you live from the case of the missing ex-British spy turned ghost/quite possibly one of the most important people to ever become a part of my life.
You read that right. As Win and I and all the gang were busy planning our big Thanksgiving bash, he suddenly disappeared (right in the middle of telling me what a Philistine I am
I, ex-witch Stevie Cartwright, do hereby solemnly swear to avoid future murder-mystery shenanigans, nosiness, tomfoolery, and any further crazy killer inflicted pain to my person, so help me goddess...
Hah! Like I could help myself? But after busting my butt (literally!) on the last murder case in my beloved hometown of Ebenezer Falls, WA, I could use a nice long break. I was determined to take the time to enjoy the company
Just when you think you know your one-time International Man of Mystery turned ghostly confidant...
When last we met, dear friends, a man had come calling, claiming to be Crispin Alistair Winterbottom, my dead British ex-spy. A notion I'd find ludicrous, if the handsome imposter didn't, in fact, look exactly like my dead British ex-spy. But there's no time for that mystery when a quiet walk on our private stretch of beach turns
What happens when an ex-witch/medium, an ex-nun, a demon, and a dead British spy meet?
Murder!
After a really busy summer, things have settled down for my crew here in Ebenezer Falls. That is until my favorite Spy-Guy, Win has a crazy recollection of the night he was murdered!
His memory leads us to the new tattoo artist in town who just happens to be an ex-nun named Trixie Lavender. Sister Trixie has
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! Er, not so much. . .
It's Christmas, and I, ex-witch, Stevie Cartwright declare this my favorite time of the year! I love the decorations! The food! The Hallmark Channel holiday specials! This year promises to be better than ever because for the first time in a very long time, I'm going to have more than just Cheez Whiz, Triscuits and the wish to be surrounded by family and friends.
My
What's a girl to do when she's a broke, shunned ex-witch with a very tiny, very hungry bat familiar named Belfry to feed?
Hello. My name is Stevie Cartwright, and I've been witchless for thirty days. If only there was a support group for down-on-their-luck ex-witches who've had their powers slapped right out of them (literally).
Just as I was licking my wounds after returning to my hometown of Ebenezer Falls, WA, and
...When last we met, good people, the biggest wish I've ever made came to fruition.
It didn't happen without some help—okay, a lot of help. Either way, let's just say the deed was done.
My outrageously handsome, smart, sometimes persnickety (read mostly persnickety) Spy Guy, Winterbottom, is finally here on earth with me, recuperating from his afterlife jaunt.
And I couldn't be happier...
Sure, he can
...The name's Winterbottom. Crispin Alistair Winterbottom. But you can call me Win, ex-international man of mystery, current resident of Plane Limbo, and ghost attached to Stephania Cartwright.
For reasons unknown to us, Stevie can hear me, perhaps because she's also an ex. An ex-witch, in her case, having lost her powers shortly before our first fateful meeting, upon her return to her hometown of Ebenezer Falls, Washington. Now,
Alien artificial intelligence has brought humanity onto a galactic tunnel network
Finding a match for the top human diplomat on Union Station is another story...
Kelly Frank is EarthCent's top diplomat on Union Station, but her job description has always been a bit vague. The pay is horrible and she's in hock up to her ears for her furniture, which is likely to end up in a corridor because she's behind on rent for her
...You'd think being abducted by aliens would be the worst thing that could happen to me. And you'd be wrong. Because now, the aliens are having ship trouble, and they've left their cargo of human women—including me—on an ice planet.
FOUND
And the only native inhabitant I've met? He's big, horned, blue, and really, really has a thing for me . . .
Contains mature themes.