Welcome to my worst effin’ nightmare—The Accidental Detective Agency…

I’m Nina Statleon, a vampire (with a little bit of witch thrown in for good measure—a sucky, magic less one, if anyone asks), for those interested. My best friends, Marty, a werewolf and and Wanda, a halfsie, have talked me into opening a detective agency for paranormals.

Let me be real clear, I do not want to be a detective and I think this idea is bananapants. Now the dungeon in my castle in Long Island is our new office, I call the murder basement, filled with watercolor landscapes, throw rugs and uncomfortable furniture—all in the name of making our clients comfortable.

That said, my partners in this new adventure don’t care about all my protests. That’s how we end up with our first client, Brenda Bronkowski, an older vampire the human police are hunting down for murder…

Brenda fell for one of the oldest tricks in this new age of technology’s book—a romance scam. Lonely and sad with only her pets for companionship, Brenda hooked up—with a human—a much younger one. You guessed it, Brenda was catfished.

Now that much younger human, Owen Barker, is dead, leaving behind a wife and two kids. Brenda swears she’s never even met him, let alone murdered him and she’s come to us for help finding the person responsible for his murder.

Not only is the suspect list low (like, we only have two), there’s a glitch, and it’s a big one.

The clan.

They don’t like it when a vampire’s been accused of murdering a human. They take you out, ask questions later. Brenda’s technically a fugitive we’re harboring while we investigate. It’s bad enough the human police like her for Owens murder, but if the clan finds out we’ve got her holed up in the murder basement, it won’t only be curtains for Brenda, our little private investigating gig could be over before it’s really begun.

Which wouldn’t exactly be the end of the world for me, but my over achieving BFFs would never let me hear the end of it. That means, we need to solve this pronto, so we can get the clan off our backs, but more importantly, so Brenda doesn’t end up expunged

Who knew a silly game of Twister would turn into this?

After a spirited game of Twister with her fellow apartment mates, wherein the absence of the cardboard spinny thing” forces them to use an old planchette from a Ouija board as a replacement, Roberta Tisdale's left hand can, among other fun stuff, set things on fire—namely, her hair.

And right after meeting her, Nina's hair, too.

Imagine how that conversation goes

Just when Robbie was adjusting to her new life after turning her back on her wealthy family and their evil machinations, this happens, but she throws her whole body into this crazy magic shes happened upon, learning how to cast spells without taking out an entire country, and getting acqauinted with her new ride, a talking broom named, Hervé (yep. Like the guy on Fantasy Island). All this in the hopes she can become a part of a community who'll welcome her—a place where she can belong

Greer Winthrop, a former male witch who's lost his powers and placed a self-imposed isolation from his coven on himself, has an ugly past and an even uglier secret he's carried with him for five years. Five painful years. When he gets wind of the scent of his dead grandmother's magic, now lodged in Robbie's hand, he's all about teaching her how to use it while he waits to hear from his coven for advice.

Except, he never hears from his coven and he can't figure out how his grandmother's power is still floating around the universe when she's supposed to be dead… Her magic should have died with her. Now, he's got a fledgling witch on his hands with some mighty hefty power in her possession—power an insidious monster of a witch once owned. With his powers gone, Greer can only take Robbie so far without the help of his fellow witches.

But how can you do that when your coven members have literally disappeared and you can't find them—anywhere?

As Robbie and Greer embark on her witch journey, and they find themselves fighting an undeniable attraction—an insidious evil lurks.

And that evil wants Robbie's magic—no matter the cost!

Raphaela Tucci, Ralph to those who know and love her, beloved former first-grade teacher, newly minted bookstore owner, and ever the optimist is dead…

Dead.

Not only is she dead, she's a ghost. Like, bonafide see-through, floating, boo screeching ghost.

It's hard to be optimistic when your life tragically ends the moment you begin to live your dream. But Ralph tries anyway, even as she finds herself stuck in Nina's big castle—on Long Island, no less.

Ralph doesn't know how she ended up where she landed, but after a week of floating silently unseen through room after room, watching these kooky but loveable women live their lives, she doesn't understand why her destiny isn't even close to what she's read in books and seen in movies.

Maybe there really isn't an upstairs after all?

Enter Shamus Ransom, the biggest (hottest) silver-fox elf (whaaat?) she's ever seen with the ability to see and communicate with ghosts. He's been hired by Nina to eliminate the funny smell the vampire's positive is a ghost haunting her castle.

What he finds is a beautiful, completely stuck ghost with a heart of gold and an optimistic outlook he's never seen in an entity.

Shamus's job already isn't an easy one, but as he tries to find out why Ralph is stuck and categorize what type of ghost she is, he also finds himself falling in deep like with her. Getting involved is absolutely out of the question. Theirs would be far more than a long distance romance. To even consider it was ludicrous, right?

But as Shamus and the women of OOPS try and figure out what happened to Ralph on the night she was killed and why she's cemented on this plane, there are dangerous entities gunning for Ralph and they won't stop until she's locked away in Hell—forever…