Wicked Good Mystery Series

Nothing is ever as it seems, at least not in Charm Cove, Maine. Moira Wicked moves away in the hopes she can escape her fate, or destiny, or something along those lines. She yearns to lead a normal life. A few years away teaches her one glaring lesson. It's incredibly difficult to be normal when your first name means destiny, your last name is Wicked, and you do come from a family legendary for its witchy ways.

Moira Wicked is back home for good. She's settling in to help run Persnickety Potions & Gifts, her family's store. Even though she's loath to admit it, she's a bit relieved to be home. Here in Charm Cove, there's nothing unusual about the last name Wicked and it's more uncommon to encounter someone who isn't a witch, rather than the other way around. Just when Moira thinks life might be quieting down, there's a spate of burglaries around town. It's no accident that the homes and businesses being targeted belong to witches. Once again, the oh-so-charming Charm Cove is all atwitter.

The holidays are upon Charm Cove and Moira Wicked is up to her eyeballs in magic as she manages Persnickety Potions & Gifts for her family. One evening after a busy day, she assumes she must be way too tipsy from her wine when she hears a commotion down at the beach by her home. Nope. Not too tipsy from wine. Lo and behold, a boat was dashed against the rocky coastline in the darkness. That's enough news by itself, but even worse, the three passengers who were believed to have been on the boat have vanished into thin air. So has the man who runs the lighthouse.

Deep in the heart of winter, all is quiet in Charm Cove. Or so Moira Wicked likes to think. The charming town in Maine is blanketed with snow, and magic is murmuring under the surface, but nothing is amiss. Until it's time for maple sugaring season. One of the earliest signs of spring is when the maple trees are ready to tap for sap, which becomes maple sugar, and syrup, and more. Once the first few trees are tapped, Charm Cove residents start reporting missing buckets of maple sap. At first, it's only a few and then it's almost all of them.

In Charm Cove, Maine, spring means blooming flowers, thawed snow, and just a hint of everyday magic. Moira Wicked is embracing it all—her powers, her future, and her recent engagement to Liam. Life is finally settling down. Until it starts raining daisies. One minute, the town looks like a picture-perfect coastal getaway. The next, it's drowning in daisies—falling from the sky, sprouting from rooftops, carpeting lawns, and turning every surface into a floral explosion. Pretty? Sure. Magical menace? Definitely.

Moira Wicked is up to her eyeballs in wedding plans, thanks to her nosy but well-meaning family. With every witch and warlock in town invited to witness her fated union with Liam Good, she's resigned herself to destiny's wild ride. She might've wished for a distraction. She didn't mean a siren. When a fishing boat runs aground off the coast, the crew swears they were lured by a woman's haunting song—straight out of myth and legend. Cue the magical chaos.

Moira Wicked thought life would calm down after her magical "I do." Fate has other plans. With her destined marriage to Liam Good now official, Moira is finally catching her breath—just in time for autumn to sweep into Charm Cove. Halloween is on the horizon, the leaves are turning, and all seems well in the witchy world. Until a visit to the pumpkin patch turns up a dead body. So much for seasonal fun. Suddenly, Charm Cove is buzzing with more than just Halloween excitement.