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

Ray stood over the body of the dead girl, out of the way of the CSI's crawling over the scene. After all, she'd already confirmed that yes, this was Myra Banks and yes, she was still dead. Not much else for her to do but wait for them to finish their job so she could take the young woman back to the morgue. Where she belonged.


Someone posed Myra, dressed her in a tight, black sheath with sparkles in her hair and pink rouge on her cheeks. Shiny gloss plumped her lips. Ray was surprised she didn't smell yet, wondered if the faint scent of perfume hid the first stages of putrefaction, though that was unlikely. Not much could mask the heavy, cloying embrace of the smell of death.


Chapter 51