Minerva Biggs

Nope, make that two murders. When Minerva makes a connection between her new employer’s fatal fall and the death of his celebrated great-grandfather in the same spot more than a century before, she doubts that either was an accident. Delving into old secrets and new grudges, she begins to unravel the twisted threads that bind past to present. Right up until she tangles them around the wrong guy. Oops.

Mystery Repeats Itself

Old Knives Tale

The knife can’t possibly be real. Can it? Each bizarre secret she uncovers leaves Minerva more determined to get to the bottom of the blade’s origins. But the deeper she digs, the more she angers and alienates her new friends. And the police. And possibly a few unsavory criminals.


Flapper dresses, sidecar cocktails, and jazz: what more could a girl and her dog want?

Minerva is thrilled at the chance to spend a week at the resort, managing a Gatsby-themed role-play event—and chilled when one of the players turns up dead. With a killer on the loose, everyone from the police chief to her overprotective boyfriend wants her to back off and go home.

But Minerva can never resist the call of the past. When she hears the haunting echoes of not one but two long-forgotten crimes, she’s more determined than ever not to abandon her guests. Unfortunately for her, someone else has joined the effort to discourage interference.

And unlike the others, the murderer is not asking nicely.

Past Resort

The Guest is History

Until the murdered woman’s granddaughter comes to Tybryd, and winds up murdered herself. Now the deeper Minerva digs into the past, the more dangerous the present becomes. And the more bizarre. As she and her indomitable dog Plantagenet sift through the secrets buried with those bones, they dredge up arcane treasures, enigmatic maids, the Titanic, and … witchcraft?


For Minerva, the answer can always be found in Something Old. The siren song of yesteryear leads her to an impossible photograph of both the music box and one of the suspects—years before either is supposed to exist. Past and present seem to have fallen out of time, and the mysteries are multiplying with every beat.

Somewhere in Crime

Story Island

Died and Prejudice

A blogger calling herself Poison Penelope is choking the town with a noxious brew of shameful fact and scurrilous fiction. When the subject of a particularly venomous post turns up dead, an apparent suicide, Eliza is convinced things aren’t as they seem. Armed with old friends, a new beagle, and the Southern sass she thought she’d lost, she’ll stop at nothing to find the one antidote that can save Story: the truth.


As if the seas weren’t rough enough, the victim’s even more obnoxious brother blows into town, asking questions and demanding satisfaction. He seems more interested in revenge than justice, and he’s not particularly picky about where he gets it.

The Drowned and the Fury

The Crepes of Wrath

Wags to Witches

Until someone dies after drinking one of those concoctions. Now Autumn is in a whole cauldron of trouble, while the real killer is out there brewing up the next murder. As if that weren’t noxious enough, the Inquisitors throw themselves into the mix, including the one she never called back after their first and only date. Autumn is their prime suspect, and witch justice is never kind.

Caught between a murderer and what might be an even worse fate, Autumn needs to conjure up some answers fast. Before somebody gets her—and her little dog, too.

The Perils of Pernicious Potions

A Calamity of Contagious Curses

Make that double toil and trouble. By the time Autumn arrives in the victim’s hometown, all spell has broken loose. The enigmatic curse seems to be spreading, pitting neighbor against neighbor, friend against friend, and bringing all manner of vice and violence bubbling to the surface.