Jeannie Wycherley

With age comes wisdom. Apparently. In need of a little quick cash, Alfhild Daemonne has reluctantly agreed to host a convention for her deceased grandmother’s old sorority society. But only on the explicit condition everyone behaves.

Murder, magic, and mayhem—with a side of cake and a hooting owl. Welcome to Whittlecombe, a village so quaint even the ghosts can’t bear to leave.

Persecuting witches? Didn’t that fall out of fashion in the seventeenth century? Toby has always imagined so. Why then is his great friend Mabel the hedge witch—a witch who actually lives in a hedge—coming in for so much strife from her local community?

There’s no chance of a quiet life when you’ve aliens in your attic. Felicity Westmacott craves solitude. But something with a hearty appetite is stalking the moor and terrifying the locals. And things going bump in the night puts paid to her equilibrium.

Elise Liddell is no country girl, but she’s not averse to the existence of rabbits. Especially cute and fluffy white ones. But there’s one on the loose in Tumble Town. And that particular sweet bunny turns out to be a harbinger of death....

After hosting a vampire wedding last Halloween, Alf had imagined that Whittle Inn had seen the last of those monsters. She’d pointedly barred them from ever setting foot in her part of the English countryside again. But since then, one thing has continued to bother our favourite wonkiest witch.

Yip! Yip! Yoo-ray! Toby’s back for a new adventure! It’s not everyday that a dog launches his own criminal investigation. But Toby’s not an everyday kind of dog. When he’s alerted to a local case of puppynapping, Toby tries to get his humans to take action.

When journalist and part-time witch Clarissa Page meets Toby, she thinks she’s getting a quiet companion. What she gets is a furball with opinions, secrets and more than a touch of magic. Together, they form the least conventional (but most adorable) crime-fighting duo the West Country has seen.

Welcome to Tumble Town, where the shadows know your name. And that's not necessarily a good thing....

Would-be investigative journalist, Clarissa Page, and her sammich-obsessed spellbound hound, Toby, are making little headway in their hunt for the nasty witch, Miranda Dervish....

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....

Dodo was dead. And there the matter should have rested. At least for DS Elise Liddell. 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 case....

Toby dog suddenly has plenty to say for himself. The only witness to the brutal murder of his owner, Toby is hexed by a woman with evil intentions. “Speak to none but me”, she tells him. Wretched and misunderstood, he’s incarcerated in the local pound....

Lisa’s mother is dying. But Lisa doesn’t care.... Now in her early 40s, and with her life disintegrating around her, she’s been forced to return to her childhood home where the memories of her father and brother have long been repressed....

A twisted tale of murder, magic and salvation. Heather Keynes’ teenage son died in a tragic car accident. Or so she thinks. However, deep in the countryside, an ancient evil has awoken...intent on hunting local residents. No-one is safe. When Heather takes a closer look at a series of...

Whittle Inn is up and running and gaining in popularity. Proud owner Alfhild Daemonne can afford to relax, can’t she? Apparently not....

Take a pair of ballet shoes, a faery queen, and a disgruntled mage and what do you get? A grim time in the Kingdom of Sweets. Or so says the owner of the Magical Emporium, Mister Magigi, a monkey wizard long renowned for spinning a good yarn....

Whittlecombe. A charming and peaceful village in the south west part of England. All thatched cottages and winding country lanes, triangle sandwiches, cream teas, and picture postcard perfection. But people are dropping like flies. It’s just the flu, right? Could be....

Estranged from her witch mother, and having committed to little in her 30 years, Alf surprises herself when she decides to start a new life. She heads deep into the English countryside, intent on making a success of the once popular inn....

Without Zilla, there'd be no witches zooming around on their broomsticks and nobody would be allowed an exotic animal as a familiar. She grants permits for a living. Okay, it's not riveting stuff but it's important.