A charming old inn recently bought by Nancy Drew's friends appears to be jinxed, and Nancy finds herself involved in a dangerous mystery.

Nancy receives a letter meant for a British heiress who has the same name and, in her attempts to contact the other young woman, faces danger from a man who operates a Lonely Hearts Club mail fraud.

Nancy Drew believes her friend's guardians are trying to steal her inheritance. As she investigates, she has a perilous experience near the deserted bungalow.

When Nancy tries on an old brocade jacket in a vintage clothing store with Bess and George, she finds an old safe-deposit box receipt in the pocket and a key sewn into the lining. Soon the girls are tracing items from an old estate scattered in antiques shops across town-and are immersed in a mystery involving long-lost relatives, a missing will, and a hidden fortune.

Nancy goes undercover at the exclusive Green Club when George's cousin, a candidate for city council, is targeted by a mysterious saboteur who threatens the plans to build a new sports complex.

Hi, I'm Nancy Drew, and I've got a case to crack. Actually make that two cases. First a gorgeous Fabergé egg has been stolen. Who would have the heart to snatch such a precious family heirloom from someone new to town? Some housewarming that is! And if this isn't enough to keep me busy, someone's running through gardens and stomping on all the zucchinis. Needless to say, it's a big mess - in more ways than one. Especially for Mr. Safer, who is suspected...

Eight-year-old Nancy Drew investigates when a doll goes missing at a sleepover party.

Nancy and her friends establish headquarters in a seaside yacht club to investigate strange happenings in a book store and the disappearance of a marble statue.

How about a seat at a mystery dinner on a riverboat? Yes, please! I jumped at the invitation to go along with Bess, George, and George's mom, who was hired to cater the dinner. It's all fun until there's an actual theft, and there's nothing like a good crime to stop a party. Since I've got the magnifying glass, it's up to me to catch "sticky fingers" before this dinner's sunk.