Fantasy Paranormal Detective

Dodo was dead. And there the matter should have rested. At least for DS Elise Liddell. Emotionally burnt out, she considers herself retired from police work. By rights it has nothing to do with her, but someone killed the poor man and, as Elise can resist everything except a good puzzle (and a shot of Blue Goblin vodka), here she is tangled up in a murder case. When a petty thief hands himself into the Ministry of Witches Police Department, Elise’s ex-colleagues consider it an open and shut case. She’s less convinced.

Since giving up the booze—bar a small hiccup here and there—ex-Ministry of Witches Detective Elise Liddell hasn’t had much call to hang out in bars. So, imagine her surprise when the generally antagonistic landlord of the Pig and Pepper calls on her for assistance. It seems Charles Lynch’s regulars are being scared away by mysterious specters. It’s hitting him where it hurts: right in the pocket. Elise agrees to help. After all, the pub is her local, and she isn’t generally spooked by the paranormal. However, the apparitions turn out to be monks. Malevolent monks!

All Detective Romeo Moon wanted to do was hunt down and capture a mass-murdering demon-god who just so happened to be a member of his family. A man-to-dog shifter himself, he'd usually be up for the task, family or not, especially with the help of his best friend, a mixed-species zombie-human undertaker.... But what is one to do when you discover a conspiracy that includes the mayor, the city police, a robber baron with the most powerful magic of all (money), a Dracula Vampire, and an army of both the living and the dead all involved in a plot to take over the city?

Where do you go to fix a problem only you know about? Lia and Stephanie have stumbled upon a new case for the detective agency to unravel. It's not stumping the police. It's not even a cold case. That's because no one outside the magical world even knows it's happening. A grimoire that possesses the reader with the spirit of a dead wizard isn't the sort of thing that makes the news, especially when the reader is a notorious recluse.