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USA Today Bestselling author Renee George writes paranormal mysteries and romances because she loves all things whodunit, Otherworldly, and weird. Also, she wishes her pittie, the adorable Kona, could talk. Or at least be more like Scooby-Doo and help her unmask villains at the haunted house up the street.
When she’s not writing about mystery-solving werecougars or the adventures of a hapless psychic living among shapeshifters, she is preyed upon by stray kittens who end up living in her house because she can't say no to those sweet, furry faces. (Someone stop telling them where she lives!)
She resides in Mid-Missouri with her family and spends her non-writing time doing really cool stuff...like watching TV and cleaning up dog poop.
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Peculiar Mysteries are Paranormal Shifter/ Psychic Romance Mysteries that give readers a whole town of characters they will grow to love with each additional story added to the series.
This omnibus includes 4 complete ebooks:
You've Got Tail
My Furry Valentine
Thank You For Not Shifting
My Hairy Halloween
You've Got Tail
Sunny Haddock, an animal-loving vegetarian psychic, is stoked to leave California behind to start a new life in the Ozark town of Peculiar with her best friend Chavvah Trimmel. She ups the moving date when Chav goes missing, and Sunny high tails it to the small town. What Sunny doesn't realize is that she's moving into a community of were-shifters, and they don't want a human resident. Especially one dumb enough to arrive a couple of days before the full moon.
But Sunny has more to deal with than unfriendly townsfolk...like disturbing killer visions and the dog-like animal no one else sees that seems to be stalking her every move. To make matters worse, she is finding Babel to be more irresistible than crack on a donut.
Sunny needs to get her ability and her hormones under control if she wants to solve the mystery and save her best friend.
My Furry Valentine
Weeks away from having her first baby, human psychic Sunny Haddock wants to marry the father and love of her life, coyote shifter Babel Trimmel, on Valentine's Day. Then disaster strikes. And keeps striking. Between the personal maintenance disasters and the theft of their weddings bands, it appears Sunny and Babel's nuptials are doomed. Until their friends in the shifter community of Peculiar, Missouri come to the rescue, determined to give Sunny and Babel a happily-ever-after.
Thank You For Not Shifting
Chavvah Trimmel, a werecoyote and part owner in Sunny’s Outlook, has recovered physically from her kidnapping, but emotionally she still has scars. Her best friend Sunny is happily married and knee deep in baby poop, all Chavvah wants to do is focus on the future and forget about the past. When the Tri-State Council of therianthropes decides to hold their annual Jubilee in Peculiar, Chavvah is stoked. It’s great for business, and a hunky new shifter in town might be the answer to getting over a crush she has on a certain werewolf shaman-doctor who doesn’t know she even exists.
A murder in Sunny’s Outlook makes ignoring Billy Bob Smith impossible, especially after he insists on trying to keep her safe. But his strange behavior—acting protective, territorial, and annoyed (okay, the annoyed part isn’t that strange), has Chavvah worried more about her heart than her safety. It doesn’t help that she’s hearing voices...again.
The town, full of shifters from Arkansas, Kansas, and Missouri, is on lock down. Another murder has everyone on edge. Can Chavvah and her friends find the killer? Or will she or someone she loves be the next victim?
My Hairy Halloween
Four days before Halloween, and poor Sunny Haddock is pregnant...again...but her body isn't the only thing haunting her. She is getting psychic visions of classic horror monsters getting stalked by the invisible man. With each new incident, his actions are getting more deadly.
Can she figure out the mystery before someone she cares about becomes the next victim?
For my BFF Gilly’s birthday, we are heading to an 80s-themed mystery weekend set in an old high school, and I’m looking forward to big shoulder pads and even bigger hair. The fact that my guy Ezra looks great in tight jeans doesn’t hurt one bit, either.
But when my scratch-n-sniff psychic gift acts up, and it sniffs out an actual murderous plot, our fun outing takes a totally deadly turn.
My scent-o-rama is spazzing out to the max!
The clues are in the past, and we’re racing against the clock to turn back time. But with my nose for clues and a little luck, hopefully, we can find a killer before schools out for murder.
***This novel was previously published in Aged to Perfection Collection and has had additional content added. Enjoy!
As a forty-three-year-old, newly divorced, single mom, I know two things for certain, starting over sucks, and magic isn’t real. At least that’s what I thought. I mean, starting over really does stink, but when it comes to magic, I have to rethink everything.
I’ve spent the last year since my ex left me going through the motions. Get up. Work. Care for a grumpy teenager. Cook dinner. Go to bed. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Nothing changes... Until it does.
After bidding on a box of old books at an estate auction, I’m experiencing changes.
And I’m not talking about menopause.
My garden gnome Linda has come to life. No, really. Her name is Linda, and she never shuts up. A chonky cat with a few secrets of his own has adopted me. And a gorgeous professor of the occult tells me I’m a witch.
Right now, I’m not sure who’s crazier—me, Linda or the hottie professor.
If this is my new reality, it’s nature’s cruel midlife trick. I’m learning fast that earth spells might be easy, but they aren’t cheap. All magic exacts a toll, and if I don’t master the elements, the elements will be the death of me.
Of course, every rule has an exception, and in this case, it’s me.
My grimoire has revealed a new element I have to learn, and I am walking the ditch between the two paths. I’m going to need the help of a grouchy gnome, a cuddly imp, a fiery ifrit, and a hottie druid to keep me from burning down my life and everything around it.
My new reality is nature's cruel midlife trick. Surviving Earth magic without blowing up my entire world has been hard enough. If I don’t master Fire, I’ll go down in flames.
In my case, that’s simply not true. I’ve mastered Fire and Earth, almost at the cost of my life, and I can’t help but wonder what lethal path Air will blow me down.
I’m also the proud owner of a salon called Scents & Scentsability in the small resort town of Garden Cove, where I make a cozy living selling handmade bath and beauty products. All in all, my life is pretty good. Except for one little glitch... Since my recent hysterectomy, where I died on the operating table, I’ve been experiencing what some might call paranormal activity.
No, I don’t see dead people, but quite suddenly I’m triggered by scents that, in their wake, leave behind these vividly intense memories. Sometimes they’re unfocused and hazy, but there’s no doubt, they are very, very real. Know what else? They’re not my memories. It seems I've lost a uterus and gained a psychic gift.
When my best friend's abusive boyfriend ends up dead after a fire, and she becomes the prime suspect, I end up a babysitter to her two teenagers while she's locked up in the clink. Add to that the handsome detective determined to stand in my way, my super sniffer’s newly acquired abilities and a rash of memories connected to the real criminal, and I find myself in a race to catch a killer before my best friend is tried for murder.
After solving a murder with the help of my new scent-induced psychic ability, I’m thrilled to report that everything is finally getting back to normal. Better than normal, actually. My BFFs work with me at my Scents & Scentsability shop, I’m dating a young, hot detective, and the upcoming Memorial Day weekend promises to bring in lots of tourists to Garden Cove. There’s not a thing in this world that could spoil my great mood…
Nothing except a suspicious death.
When police officer Reese McKay asks me to use my aroma-mojo to look into the “accidental drowning” of her black-sheep cousin, I can’t turn her away. Especially now that she’s become a friend. With help from my besties Gilly and Pippa, along with an unofficial assist from Detective Hot Stuff, I’m determined to crack the case of the drowned girl and sniff out the killer before he or she can strike again.
Midlife dating is all fun and games until someone falls into the flambé and catches on fire…and your best friend’s ex-husband is accused of murder.
When my BFF Gilly Martin requests my help in narrowing down her dance card from two great guys to one, I reluctantly agree to employ my psychic nose for the good of my bestie’s future.
But who knew dating could be deadly?
After Gilly’s ex-husband is arrested for murder, I am more than okay with my Detective Hottie boyfriend locking the meathead up and throwing away the key. However, being a jerk doesn’t make someone a killer, and the case smells fishy from the get-go. So, I’m putting my personal feelings aside and using my smell-o-vision to investigate.
If your magic is as tragic as your love life, it's time to practice safe hex.
Brita Davis, a witch with a talent for hexes, has had it up to her frizzy hair with her mom trying to set her up with every Tom, Dick, and Warlock. And the Cauldron Festival celebration has ignited her mother's passion once again for matchmaking. And when the warlock she's supposed to hook up with brings an entourage of Shifters as security with him, Brita is certain she wants nothing to do with the self-important jerk.
However, she can't seem to get one of the Shifters off her mind.
Cas, a werewolf on an assignment from the Council, can't let something like lust, love, and the mating scent get in the way of his job, but Brita makes it hard for him to do the task he was hired for—very, very hard—by her mere presence. Besides, she's bossy, sometimes she's a little mean, and her magic has attracted the attention of some very dangerous people.
Still, protecting Brita is turning out the be the only job he really wants.
Yeah. A job that gets a helluva lot more difficult when the town’s local pain-in-the-ass, Evelyn Meyers, is found dead. Willie jumps on board the investigation and soon discovers that both the town’s beloved Sheriff and Brady’s teenaged son are prime suspects, along with half the town.
Willy’s sense of duty won’t let her ignore evidence or turn a blind eye to injustice. Her loyalty to her friends will be tested as she digs deeper into Evelyn’s death and a secret kept by most of the town. And her relationship with Brady may be over before it even begins.
What’s a werebobcat to do when her instincts tell her one thing, and her heart the exact opposite?
Peculiar Mysteries series from USA Today bestselling author Renee George are laugh-out-loud, grip the edge of your seat, and swoon as you fall in love tales of mystery, humor, and romance that take place in the small (fictional) Ozark shifter town of Peculiar, Missouri.
When Lily Mason and her friends go on a winter holiday to a pet-friendly mountain resort, no one expects murder to be on the weekend’s agenda. Things get twisted, when Lily and company discover the victim is no victim, and the suspects all have a reason for wanting him dead.
When a blizzard strands them all on the mountain, and a guest goes missing, the Moonrise gang kicks their investigation into high gear. They will have to pull out all the tricks if they are to have a snowball’s chance of solving the murder, before the killer can claim another victim.
My latest smell-o-vision adventure includes a deadly snake, a high-drama baby shower, sibling secrets, and—surprise—a murder. With my two BFFs, my sweetie cop, and a whole bunch of nutty Garden Covians by my side, we’ll sniff out the killer.
But if we’re not careful, we’ll come out smelling like…manure. Forget roses, honey. This aroma with a view is starting to stink.