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

Compassion drove Kinsey to act. She beat Jackson to the young man, coffee cup set on the floor before she lurched to her feet, grasping his hand and helping Candice pull him to up off the cream carpet. Jackson glared at her as she guided the son out of the room and into the hall, sitting him down on the decorative settee near the landing. The air conditioning kicked in, cooling the space, filling it with the quiet hum of a breeze while the son wept softly with his free hand over his face.


"I'm sorry," Candice said to Kinsey, face pink from exertion, clearly disappointed in herself, "I don't know how he made it past me." If she was anything like Kinsey, she'd beat herself up over his entrance until she was bloody and black and blue.


Chapter 59