Yes, plural! I've got three new Doyle Witch novellas coming out this summer, and am so excited about the covers that I've got to share...

Fate, my 6th Doyle witch mystery, is going on a blog tour starting November 8th! The tour includes witchy guest posts from Jayce,...

Since Samhain (known to many as Halloween) is the witch’s version of New Year’s Eve, it's a great day to remove all the old, stagnant...

TOM TARRANT – DOYLE TIMES “We perform traditional circus arts with a hint of magic.” Beginning this weekend, Doyle audiences can feel the...

Amazon | Apple Books | B&N | Kobo | Google Play Something wicked this way comes… Witch Jayce Bonheim has spent the last four months...

ManyBooks.net readers voted Bound, book 1 in the Doyle Witch trilogy, August's best paranormal book of the month! So thank you,...

Fate! Book six in the Witches of Doyle cozy mystery series, and companion to Close Encounters of the Curd Kind is coming in November! I’d...

Murphys: The picturesque Sierra location that inspired Doyle. Wits' End centers around the owner of a UFO-themed B&B in "Doyle,"...

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...

Blocked. I hadn’t even found Lower World. Chest taut, I paced the attic. Usually, when magic didn’t work, it just didn’t work. But...

The storm blew, a swirl of white. I struggled with the door to my stone and shingle home. An unnatural, colder draft flowed through the...

I turned the sign in my window to CLOSED and switched off the lights. The street behind the damp glass brightened into view. Snow spun...

The next day, I sat behind my counter and packaged a first edition Edward Gorey. Customers ambled through the bookstore, flipped pages,...