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.

When transsexual starlet Aisling is murdered, Detective Geraldine Meyers is assigned the case. With help from medical examiner Dr. Rachel Hunter, Gerri realizes this is no ordinary killing. While she might not want to call in over-eager anthropologist Dr. Kinsey DanAllart, the detective is forced to trust her friend's expertise in symbology, even though doing so means admitting "weird" things might be happening in Silver City. As the three friends unravel the mystery of the dancer's death, one thing is made absolutely apparent--something isn't right in their new hometown. And someone is doing everything they can to make sure the truth doesn't come out.

In Silver City, sometimes friendship can be murder.

Nightshade Cases

Kinsey stood at the periphery of the crowd, out of the way of her two friends as they did their jobs while she did her best not to make a mess of things.


The street was full of milling, muttering divas and their dates, a veritable sea of tartly dressed and oversexed young people far too underage to be as drunk as they appeared to be. Kinsey hugged herself, chilled despite the warmth of the night. She felt icy cold crawl up her spine the moment she arrived at Gerri's side at the top of the stairs, only to realize Ray was missing. If she hadn't already been partially sober, that was enough to shake her the rest of the way out of her buzz and into guilt.


Chapter 37