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

INT. -JULIAN BLACK'S MANSION to KINSEY'S CAR - EVENING


Mind made up, Kinsey felt better driving to the mansion. She played out whole conversations with Simone in her head, where she spoke eloquently and powerfully, in which the stunning woman accepted her terms without an argument and even begged Kinsey to stay. As she pulled into the gated driveway, entering her code in the keypad, Kinsey almost smiled at the thought of her great success, imagined as it was.


Her soft-soled shoes pattered on the steps as she circled the house to the side door. Simone gave her a key just a few days ago, allowing her to come and go as she pleased. It was far easier than dealing with Julian Black's watchful butler. The nasty little man gave Kinsey anxiety so powerful she dumped a cup of coffee on him once.


She slipped through the glass door and into the study, head down, mind on her job, heading for the heavy wooden portal on the far side of the fireplace.


Chapter 89