My name is Nora Black. I’m over fifty and loving it. I’ve embraced the aches and pains, the failing vision, and the new slightly odoriferous physic gift that seems to keep on giving.
My latest smell-o-vision adventure includes a deadly snake, a high-drama baby shower, sibling secrets, and-surprise-a murder.
With my two BFFs, my sweetie cop, and a whole bunch of nutty Garden Covians by my side, we’ll sniff out the killer. But if we’re not careful, we’ll come out smelling like . . . manure.
Forget roses, honey. This aroma with a view is starting to stink.

As a forty-three-year-old, newly divorced, single mom, I know two things for certain: starting over sucks, and magic isn’t real. At least that’s what I thought. I mean, starting over really does stink, but when it comes to magic, I have to rethink everything.

I’ve spent the last year since my ex left me going through the motions. Get up. Work. Care for a grumpy teenager. Cook dinner. Go to bed. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Nothing changes … Until it does.

After bidding on a box of old books at an estate auction, I’m experiencing changes.

And I’m not talking about menopause.

My garden gnome Linda has come to life. No, really. Her name is Linda, and she never shuts up. A chonky cat with a few secrets of his own has adopted me. And a gorgeous professor of the occult tells me I’m a witch.

Right now, I’m not sure who’s crazier–me, Linda, or the hottie professor.

If this is my new reality, it’s nature’s cruel midlife trick. I’m learning fast that Earth spells might be easy, but they aren’t cheap. All magic exacts a toll, and if I don’t master the elements, the elements will be the death of me.

Literally.

My name is Nora Black. I’m over fifty and enjoying my life to the fullest. That is, when I’m not worried about graying hair, low back pain, allergies, and a psychic gift that sometimes stinks.
After solving a murder with the help of my new scent-induced psychic ability, I’m thrilled to report that everything is finally getting back to normal. Better than normal, actually. My BFFs work with me at my Scents Scentsability shop, I’m dating a young, hot detective, and the upcoming Memorial Day weekend promises to bring in lots of tourists to Garden Cove.
There’s not a thing in this world that could spoil my great mood . . .
Nothing except a suspicious death. When police officer Reese McKay asks me to use my aroma-mojo to look into the “accidental drowning” of her black-sheep cousin, I can’t turn her away. Especially now that she’s become a friend.
With help from my besties Gilly and Pippa, along with an unofficial assist from Detective Hot Stuff, I’m determined to crack the case of the drowned girl and sniff out the killer before he or she can strike again.

Sometimes, trying to be part of the human world can be a real killer . . . Cougar-shifter Lily Mason is ready to put down roots in the human town of Moonrise, Missouri. She only has two problems: her attraction and proximity to Parker Knowles, her boss at the Pit Bull Rescue Shelter, and her need to shift into animal form more than once a month.
When she gets the opportunity to buy a “fixer-upper” outside of Moonrise with plenty of room to get wild without running into easily freaked-out humans, Lily jumps at the chance. Smooshie, Lily’s lovable pit bull and partner in chaos, is eager to participate with the home improvements. Unfortunately, Smooshie’s help includes digging out a mummified body from the living room wall.
Lily is still recovering from the last murder investigation she got involved in-and she’s not looking forward to being in the middle of another one. The case gets even stickier when Lily’s landlord is murdered, rumors of a heist gone wrong run rampant, and Parker’s old high school buddies have returned to Moonrise, thus increasing the suspect pool. Lily’s attempts to become a bona fide citizen of Moonrise might well be thwarted by this newest complication-especially when the murderer sets sights on her.

When Lily Mason’s uncle is accused of murdering a prominent Moonrise citizen, the amateur detective and her loyal pit bull Smooshie must dig out the truth and find the real killer.
Integrating isn’t easy for a shifter in an all-human town, but Lily Mason is finally making it work. She has love in her life, enjoys a great job, attends community college, and best of all, her fixer-upper house is nearly livable. She couldn’t be happier.
Until her Uncle Buzz is accused of murder.
A prominent member of the community has been found murdered in the parking lot of her uncle’s cafe, The Cat’s Meow. And thanks to a contentious relationship with the victim, Uncle Buzz is the number one suspect.
Now Lily, Smooshie, and the Moonrise gang must solve the murder before Lily’s only family ends up behind bars.

When cougar-shifter Lily Mason moves to Moonrise, Missouri, she wishes for only three things from the town and its human population . . . to find a job, to find a place to live, and to live as a human, not a therianthrope.
Lily gets more than she bargains for when a rescue pit bull named Smooshie rescues her from an oncoming car, and it’s love at first sight. Thanks to Smooshie, Lily’s first two wishes are granted by Parker Knowles, the owner of the Pit Bull Rescue center, who offers her a job at the shelter and the room over his garage for rent.
Lily’s new life as an integrator is threatened when Smooshie finds Katherine Kapersky, the local church choir leader and head of the town council, dead in the field behind the rescue center. Unfortunately, there are more suspects than mourners for the elderly town leader. Can Lily keep her less-than-human status under wraps? Or will the killer, who has pulled off a nearly Pit Perfect murder, expose her to keep Lily and her dog from digging up the truth?

A blizzard, a body (or two), and another mystery to solve.
When Lily Mason and her friends go on a winter holiday to a pet-friendly mountain resort, no one expects murder to be on the weekend’s agenda. Things get twisted, when Lily and company discover the victim is no victim, and the suspects all have a reason for wanting him dead.
When a blizzard strands them all on the mountain, and a guest goes missing, the Moonrise gang kicks their investigation into high gear. They will have to pull out all the tricks if they are to have a snowball’s chance of solving the murder, before the killer can claim another victim.

My name is Nora Black, and I’m fifty-one-years young. At least that’s what I tell myself, when I’m not having hot flashes, my knees don’t hurt, and I can find my reading glasses.
I’m also the proud owner of a salon called Scents Scentsability in the small resort town of Garden Cove, where I make a cozy living selling handmade bath and beauty products. All in all, my life is pretty good.
Except for one little glitch . . .
Since my recent hysterectomy, where I died on the operating table, I’ve been experiencing what some might call paranormal activity. No, I don’t see dead people, but quite suddenly I’m triggered by scents that, in their wake, leave behind these vividly intense memories. Sometimes they’re unfocused and hazy, but there’s no doubt, they are very, very real.
Know what else? They’re not my memories. It seems I’ve lost a uterus and gained a psychic gift.

Being a forty-something, newly divorced single mom comes with its challenges. Finding out I’m a witch is just another one of them. As a new practitioner of tru-craft, I’ve been told that every witch is called to a single element, and they are sent down one of two paths: the Fade or the Bright.

Of course, every rule has an exception, and in this case, it’s me.

My grimoire has revealed a new element I have to learn, and I am walking the ditch between the two paths. I’m going to need the help of a grouchy gnome, a cuddly imp, a fiery ifrit, and a hottie druid to keep me from burning down my life and everything around it.

My new reality is nature’s cruel midlife trick. Surviving Earth magic without blowing up my entire world has been hard enough. If I don’t master Fire, I’ll go down in flames.

Literally.

Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom is getting easier every day. Thankfully, so is being a witch, you know, when monsters and power-hungry sorcerers aren’t trying to kill me. And they aren’t the only ones who want to take me down. Too bad for all of them. I don’t die easy.

Now that my nero-craft has been triggered, I’m off to the Iron Grove compound, along with my hot druid boyfriend and his violently awesome sister, to learn magic from the best of the best. Of course, not every druid or tru-craft witch is happy about me adding water magic to the earth, fire, and air magic I already wield. There is even talk of a test they want me to take that sounds about as much fun as an alien probing. No, thank you.

I’ll have to rely on allies, old and new if I want to survive the incoming tide of enemies who want me to drown in my own magic.

Literally.

Midlife dating is all fun and games until someone falls into the flambe and catches on fire . . . and your best friend’s ex-husband is accused of murder.
When my BFF Gilly Martin requests my help in narrowing down her dance card from two great guys to one, I reluctantly agree to employ my psychic nose for the good of my bestie’s future.
But who knew dating could be deadly?
After Gilly’s ex-husband is arrested for murder, I am more than okay with my Detective Hottie boyfriend locking the meathead up and throwing away the key. However, being a jerk doesn’t make someone a killer, and the case smells fishy from the get-go. So, I’m putting my personal feelings aside and using my smell-o-vision to investigate.

My name is Nora Black, and I’m proof-positive that life past fifty just keeps getting better. I have great friends, own my own business, and I have a wonderful man in my life who loves me, crow’s feet and all.
For my BFF Gilly’s birthday, we are heading to an 80s-themed mystery weekend set in an old high school, and I’m looking forward to big shoulder pads and even bigger hair. The fact that my guy Ezra looks great in tight jeans doesn’t hurt one bit, either.
But when my scratch-n-sniff psychic gift acts up, and it sniffs out an actual murderous plot, our fun outing takes a totally deadly turn.
My scent-o-rama is spazzing out to the max!
The clues are in the past, and we’re racing against the clock to turn back time. But with my nose for clues and a little luck, hopefully, we can find a killer before schools out for murder.

Lily Mason and her adorable pittie Smooshie both have a nose for murder, but this is one cougar-shifter who would give her left paw to never find another dead body. All she wants is to enjoy a simple life in her new town, her fixer-upper house, while working a job she loves. Besides, the mystery of whether Parker Knowles, her boss at the rescue shelter, will or won’t finally ask her out gives Lily plenty to keep her guessing.
But when an abandoned pit bull puppy leads Lily and Smooshie to the corpse of a local Lothario, she is once again drawn into the seedier side of small town living. Even though she’s warned off the case by the local sheriff, Lily is determined to find the killer. It doesn’t help matters that more nasty notes are showing up around town, making Lily wonder if the two things are connected.
Lily and Smooshie need to crack the case of the dead Don Juan, while navigating what it means to live in an all human town, before the secrets of the people she cares for are exposed.

Werecougar Lily Mason has sworn off investigating crimes in Moonrise, Missouri. No more bodies, no more intrigue, and more importantly, no more murderers. But her plans for an easy-breezy drama and danger-free life is put on hold when a friend asks for her help in investigating a suspicious death.
When elderly Opal Dixon breaks a hip and must recuperate in a nursing home, she spends all her time complaining about her annoying roommate, her idiot doctor, and the laundry service that keeps losing her clothes to anyone who will listen. So, Lily is less than convinced when Opal insists a nursing home suicide is really foul play.
Still, to ease her friend’s fears, Lily agrees to look into the situation. With her loyal dog Smooshie at her side while she delves into the case, Lily soon learns that it’s not all bingo and low-sodium diets at Moonrise Manor.
And when Opal’s suspicions make her the next target, Lily realizes she’s running out of time to save her friend . . . and stop a sadistic killer.

Sometimes, the truth can be a real killer . . .
When Lily Mason and her human boyfriend Parker Knowles help a friend rescue two abused pitties, they’re determined to find out who abandoned the dogs in a deserted house. But the decrepit home has other secrets, too, such as the dead body in the basement.
For once, Lily hasn’t stumbled upon a corpse, but Parker’s buddy has-and he’s arrested for murder. With the help of their friends, human and non-human alike, Lily and Parker are determined to find out what really happened.
Even if it means putting their own lives in danger.

My name is Nora Black. I’m turning fifty-two, but I don’t feel a day over thirty-nine. That is, when I can find my glasses, my feet don’t hurt, and my scent-induced psychic ability isn’t showing me crimes.
For my birthday, my best friends Gilly and Pippa signed us up for a weekend at the Central Midwest Spa Convention. Yay. Massages, fine dining, maid service, and best of all, as long as we attend a few workshops, the weekend is a tax write-off. It should be all sunshine and roses, right? Wrong.
My former intern at Belliza Beauty aka the Job Stealer, Carmen Carraway, is a featured presenter. Yuck. Throw in an ex-boyfriend, a number one fan, a brewing scandal, and a dead body, and my relaxing birthday weekend is DOA.
I’ll need all my senses, along with my friends, if I want to stop a killer from striking once again.

Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom can have its ups and downs, but discovering that I possess elemental witch magic has turned the downs deadly.

Most days, I’m just trying to raise my kid and not die. So when a troupe of randy pixies gather in my garden, demanding I protect them, I’m like, bitch, I can barely protect myself. On top of that, I have to worry about monster attacks from enemies new and old.

My grimoire keeps talking in riddles. No help there. Linda the Gnome is more surly than usual. Even less help. Thank heavens for my hottie druid boyfriend who has my back, front, and side, and a fat cat named Bob who calms me better than a prescription mood stabilizer.

Tru-craft has been nature’s midlife gift that keeps on trying to kill me.Earth nearly turned me to dust.Fire almost extinguished my flame.If I don’t master this new element, Air is going to blow me into the next life.

Literally.