Books in the A Witch's Cove Mystery series

A witchy time travel tale that could only happen to me-and on Christmas Eve no less. Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall. I know I'm a witch, but I never expected to have my powers turn against me and send me and Jaxson back fifty years to a snowy winter wonderland. Who knew the seventies were so archaic? No computers, no cell phones, and TVs with small screens that weighed as much as a battleship. Okay, gas might have been $.36 a gallon, but that seemed to have been the only plus. Experiencing what it was like way back then was fun for about one day, but wouldn't you know it, a guest is murdered in the old Victorian B&B where we are staying. Surprise! Adding insult to injury, the only way we can return to sunny Witch's Cove in the 21st century is to solve this murder case-or so says some psychic. I'll be honest, at first it kind of sounded fun, until I wondered how could we do that with no modern conveniences and no gossip queens. Even worse, there was no email. Please send all suggestions my way, though I have no idea if they will ever reach me. Oh, yeah. I'll be the girl in the bell-bottom jeans that aren't even pink. Such indignities.

Witch's Cove might have a rejected gargoyle familiar and a vandalized yarn shop, but even murder can't stop this love story. As an amateur sleuth, who happens to be a witch, I, Glinda Goodall, eventually get to the bottom of the whodunits. But when a gargoyle goes missing from atop a church, I don't know where to begin to look. If that wasn't troublesome enough, a vandal has strung pink yarn across the French-inspired yarn shop. Was it kids again? Or someone more nefarious? My only hope of figuring out this mystery is to join the women's knitting group. I'm such a sucker for gossip. But me, knit? It won't be pretty. Besides, do I really need a sweater in July-in Florida no less? Anyone willing to send me some tips on knitting, please do. I need all the help I can get on these cases.