Don’t you ever stay out of trouble? I get that question a lot. It’s fair—weirdness and nutjobs cling to Tarpon Cove like seagrass in a tangle of mangrove roots. And a dead body found near The Cottages is an excuse to line up the lawn chairs, pass the margaritas, and…

Madison Westin lives by the Unbreakable Rule of IOUs: When it’s time to collect, no whining allowed. So, when the four kids of an undercover Miami detective temporarily land in her care, she doesn’t panic. She raises a village—more accurately, the motley crew of The Cottages—to lend a hand. Things…

There’s always one party crasher in the crowd. But Madison Weston and her bestie, Fab Merceau, could have never guessed that the plus-one at their newly renovated hotel’s grand opening would be a dead body. This isn’t the first unsolved murder in Beachside’s colorful past. While a ghost haunting the…

Margaritas, mangroves, murder. Just another day at the office. One minute, Madison Weston and her bestie, Fab, are tailing Creole and Didier to figure out what they’re hiding. The next, a hail of bullets sends them swamp slogging for their lives. So much for cute shoes. Eventually, Creole and Didier…

A woman’s been found dead in Dr. A’s beach house, facedown in enough cocaine to put him away for life. It’s going to take more than trading a couple of favors to help the doctor, who’s always been there for Madison, no questions asked, no blood left behind. Hard as…

In the Florida Keys, you have to take the shady with the sunny. And Tarpon Cove has more than fifty shades of shady going on. Shady No. 1: When Brad is framed using the dead body of his crazy ex-girlfriend, the Westin family—which now includes Fab, Didier, and Creole by…

I’ve come a long way since inheriting my Aunt Elizabeth’s Tarpon Cove house and her beach cottages full of quirky residents. I strap a Glock to my thigh as easily as I slip into flip-flops. Even Fab is going legit… mostly. When she’s hired to investigate some high-end boat thefts…

My name is Madison Westin. Unless it’s Christmas, in which case my official title is “Holiday Cheermistress.” Nothing stops me from getting my ho-ho-ho on, not even my friends’ Grinch-worthy attitude toward sparkling tinsel, twinkling lights, and tinkling bells. Hey, if Creole, Fab, and Didier wind up with coal in…

The Keys is a great place to hide a seashell bucket full of secrets. Creole…shot…dead. Three words Madison Westin never thought she’d hear in the same sentence. Creole promised. He pinky swore on it. But even through a blur of tears fed by prescription-strength margaritas, Madison can tell when things…

Meet the crime-solving duo of the Florida Keys: Madison who has all the charm of the girl next door, not to mention a deadly aim and Fab, her best friend, a femme fatale private investigator with a taste for danger and stilettos. When their neighbor is found dead, the headlines…