Mops + Broomsticks
Hi, I’m Shirley Chambers—perfection-obsessed housekeeper and mostly un-wicked witch in my hometown of Hex Harbor, Texas. Got a gruesome grime predicament? My company Mops + Broomsticks will sweep in and save the day.
When the notoriously snooty, Speedo-wearing vampire king hires me to clean his royal lakefront mega-mansion, it’s a big boon to Mops + Broomsticks…until he’s found dead right after my team finishes the job. Needless to say, it’s bad for business and worse for my young vampire ward Ricky since he’s framed for the deadly casket crime.
Even though I know more about cleaning grime than solving crime, I’ll do anything to clear Ricky, including working with my ex-fiancé, who jilted me at the altar.
My hands get dirtier and dirtier the closer I come to solving the murder. And the deadly secrets I discover may not just come back to haunt me—but result in my own dusty demise.
There’s no home too filthy. Promise. I clean werewolves’ dens all the time, and if I can wrangle that fur-flying mess, I can sure as heck handle any dust and dirt you dish out.
I even have a side-gig solving crime in my not-so-sleepy little lakeside town alongside my ex. After jilting me at the altar, he’s come begging for another chance, and I have to admit I’m tempted.
The jury’s still out on whether or not I’ll take him back, but when the crankiest werewolf in Hex Harbor’s poisoned, I leap at the chance to be the undercover witch on the case, cleaning and snooping my way to solving the crime.
And then the bullets start flying at the BBQ…
By now, you know all about Ricky—the adopted, sweet, almost vampire I found partially turned in a cornfield. I still haven’t figured out who left my Ricky for dead on that dark, stormy night, but somebody’s back biting necks all over Hex Harbor, and leaving me a slew of not-quite-vampires to rescue and feed.
Supernatural folks are pointing fingers all over my beloved town and blaming me for the fangtastic predicament. That’s fine by me, as this witch can take the heat, and the naysayers can put their accusations in a cauldron and cook ‘em.
But when the fanged felon sets his sights on those I love most, I’ll have to pull out all the magickal stops to save them.