I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

Her CIA bosses think she’s the bomb. Kitalia Ore is positive of that fact. 

Okay, fine. Kitten MacLean. And they’re her parents, but it’s so much more fun to imagine them the other way around. And J.J., her MI6 contact? He’s in love with her. Doesn’t matter that her closest confidant, Jimmy Jones, hasn’t spoken a word to her since first grade. 

Everyone at school adores her, too. Sure, they might not know it yet, but every single student at Rimtree High is her best friend. Naturally. 

She’s just that incredible. 

When a new girl is being bullied, it’s time for Kit MacLean to take charge and leave her fantasy world of fearless bravado and easy victories behind. The world outside her CIA missions is far different than she’s used to, and her usual happy-go lucky heart is about to take the beating of a lifetime. But Kit has never backed down from anything in her life and she’s not about to start now.

Time to find out what she’s really made of. Before the bad guys ruin everything.

Girl Incredible

I've never been embarrassed of Kitalia before, or the escape I've built into my existence, the one place I can go to be so much more than myself. I feel horrible about her suddenly, like this elaborate creation I've made is just a stupid kid's game, one that I need to shun, to be ashamed of. This is the real world. She's just... what? A way for me to occupy myself while the world goes on without me.


Well, the world knows now. And I don't know if I can live with that.


I clear my throat, turning off my phone completely, stuffing it in my bag before rolling over on my side and hugging myself. The thin hospital pillow smells of disinfectant, the loud ambiance washing away into silence as I retreat, wishing for the dark again.


Just to swallow me up, please, and never let me out.


Chapter 22: Ashamed