By Invitation Only
Penelope Covens has done something she hasn't done in eighty years—unpacked.
Three months after the Ashworth case, she's settled into Crimson Canyon Estates with blackout curtains, a standing seat at the pool bar, and a neighbor named Barbara who's convinced she's a witch. Salt lines on doorways. Crosses on the mailbox. An internet quiz that came back 100% positive. Penelope finds it hilarious. Barbara does not.
Then a family visit ends in a "heart attack" that wasn't. Penelope does what she's done for eighty years: lies to everyone and investigates. Something in his medicine cabinet doesn't belong. Someone who doesn't live here was in his casita before he died.
She's circling three suspects: the wife everyone whispers about, the mistress with too much to lose, and the victim's son in a leased BMW calling her "sweetie" with no idea what's across the bar from him.
The worst part? Penelope might have caused this. Barbara is building a case that death follows her wherever she goes.
She might not be entirely wrong.
Will Penelope unmask the killer before Barbara unmasks her—or has she finally found the community she can't outrun? Grab BY INVITATION ONLY and pull up a barstool.
