Ebook 1 in my Doyle Witch trilogy, Bound, is free for a limited time on all platforms! The Bonheim siblings enjoy a cozy existence in the...

Parnassus-Bridge insurance Deanna Peters is a creative, energetic sole-owner/operator with a home-based business selling jam. So her...

I know, I've been a little off schedule with my usual paranormal news. But things have been crazy at the San Benedetto Paranormal Museum....

Romance writer Allyson Charles and I are starting a new YouTube channel, Death vs. Desire! We'll be doing Tarot readings, reviewing...

I'm going through a rebrand! This probably sounds a lot more exciting for me than it does for you. But, if you're a newsletter...

Donovan— I think the dancer looks a little like me. Anyway. We tracked his EMF disturbance to a Soviet-style apartment complex and a room...

Donovan— Credit cards, telephones, security cameras all work against us. All consciousness may reside in the astral plane, but the mage’s...

Donovan— Philosophers believe our souls cross the astral plane on the way to birth and after death. Today’s journey, however, led us to...

Donovan— This morning my cell phone nearly took my head off, so the gargoyle post continues. The technomancers were trying to merge...

Donovan— I’m okay. But e-communications aren’t secure. Gargoyle mail is safer. It seemed a run-of-the-mill pagan ritual. An abandoned...

Whew! With all the chocolate and murder, I've had to take a hiatus from posting. But I'm back this week with my top five in paranormal...

For all those in the mood for some Valentine’s Day horror, this Victorian ghost story was published in 1891 by Edith Nesbit, and is in...

Zoe’s scream sliced through the bookstore. She shrieked and stumbled in the aisle, knocking the travel books to the carpet. The wolf,...

Zoe slid the Necronomicon inside her shiny olive jacket. “Drop the belt.” The sheriff unbuckled her utility belt. Her holstered gun...

“I’ll take that.” With her gun-free hand, Zoe took the book from the counter. She almost looked military in her olive bomber jacket, her...

A glittering carapace of snow covered Main Street’s cars and the old west buildings. Movements jerky, I tugged on cotton gloves and...

Rasputin. I raced downstairs, grabbing the baseball bat in the umbrella stand by the door. My aunt had woven protective wards around the...

My phone rang, jangling me, and I half-fell from the futon. I scrambled across the attic’s rough floorboards to the phone. “Hello?” “It’s...

Frantic, I called Connor. “We’re sorry,” a mechanical voice droned, “you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer...

“Do you have information on the murder?” The sheriff’s voice was flat. I leaned against my tile counter and stared at the lights dangling...