Magic Inn Paranormal Mysteries

Danielle Garrett presents Book 1 in the Magic Inn Paranormal Mysteries.

Fairy godmothers who mean business! The Beechwood Inn for paranormal beings is opening its doors once again, and the first event following the hiatus is a fairy godmother conference. When the godmothers arrive, I expect them to bust out their knitting projects and sip tea, while they swap recipes and sweet stories of their cherubic charges. So, when the sitting room turns into a defensive magic combat zone and a boot camp style obstacle course is erected in the manor's backyard, I'm more than a little thrown off. Then the curse gets unleashed. It's all hands-and paws-on deck, if we have a chance of saving the inn from the ravages of the strange and deadly magic. Luckily for me, I just mastered how to levitate a feather. So, I should totally be able to save the day.

When specters speak, secrets unravel. Adjusting to life at Beechwood Inn, with its magical quirks and paranormal guests, was adventure enough. But when the spectral form of Rachel Palmer crashes into my world, things go sideways all over again. Rachel's memory is a fractured mirror, with the reflection of Sean Harrington, her wealthy ex-boyfriend, caught in its shards. Despite accusations and suspicions, Rachel's ethereal heart refuses to believe Sean's guilt. Diving headfirst into the maze of Rachel's past, every corner I turn reveals secrets long cloaked in shadows. Sinister forces are mounting against me, but the heartache and hope of Rachel's parents, along with Sean's enduring love, draw me deeper into the cold case mystery. In piecing together the puzzle of Rachel's tragically short life, I find more than I bargained for-something that might change the course of my own future.

TGIF used to mean happy hour drinks or curling up with delivery pizza. But when you live in an inn for paranormal beings, the end of the week often signals the beginning of chaos. And this Friday? A banshee has invaded the basement, I've shifted from human to cat three times in one day (a personal record I never wanted to set), and my confidential files at SPA headquarters have mysteriously vanished. Getting rid of the shrieking banshee is priority number one, and all we have to do is solve a local murder. Easy enough, right? The suspect pool quickly narrows to four grieving family members, but it doesn't take long for the waters to muddy as secrets and resentments bubble to the surface. Between vengeful spirits, family feuds, and my own mysterious past catching up with me, surviving until Monday is looking less likely by the hour. Maybe I'd be better off as a full-time cat after all.