Books

An amateur sleuth witch. A true-crime murder. Small-town secrets. One cat with very strong opinions.

Fall has arrived in Sugarbloom, Maine, and Harper Sinclair is settling into life at her haunted seaside inn. Her magic is deepening, and contractor Sam Holloway has stopped pretending the trim work is why he keeps showing up.

Then a true-crime...

A restless ghost. A town built on betrayal. A family legacy stained by murder. One cat of considerable distinction.

Life at Harper Sinclair’s haunted seaside inn in Sugarbloom, Maine, is finally beginning to feel like home. She has friends she trusts, magic she’s learning to control, and a psychic gift with an unfortunate habit of pulling her...

A town built on secrets. A witch who reads the dead. And one infuriatingly superior cat.

Harper Sinclair came to Sugarbloom, Maine to restore an inherited inn, not investigate a murder. But when a powerful Blackwood is found dead at an abandoned cottage, her psychic gift says this killing is anything but straightforward.

Zeus, the telepathic cat,...

A new witch. A haunted inn. A lighthouse murder. One exceptional cat.
In Baltimore, Harper Sinclair was an accountant drowning in spreadsheets and bad coffee. Now she’s restoring an inn on the Maine coast with a bossy ghost and a telepathic Maine Coon.

Then Sugarbloom’s most difficult woman is found dead at the lighthouse stairs. Nobody mourns...

A new witch. A very opinionated ghost. A body on the cliffs. And one very bossy cat.

Three months after discovering she is a witch, Harper Sinclair arrives at Sugarbloom Inn. It is her grandmother’s crumbling Victorian on the coast of Maine.

The inn comes with two supernatural roommates. Zeus is a telepathic cat, her familiar who observes...

A grandmother’s funeral. A suspicious death. And a cat with a God complex.

Harper Sinclair came to Willow Creek to bury Nora and get back to her desk by Monday.

When her grandmother died, the magic she buried came crashing back. Lies land on Harper’s skin like sparks. Dark magic crawls under her nerves like ice.

There’s no time to figure it out....