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 leaned over the damaged body of the victim from the warehouse, face protected by a plastic shield, light focused on the ravaged flesh before her. A call from the 9th a half hour ago pulled her assistant, Robert, away before his nimble fingers entered the woman's deets into the database.


"Our Jane Doe has an ID," he said as he hung up, sliding from his stool to join Ray at the exam table. His almond eyes crinkled at the corners in sympathy, the body freshly washed only a few moments ago by his gentle hands. She'd packaged the remainder of all trace they removed from the woman's form personally, the plastic bags sealed with evidence tape in a bin by the door, waiting for the lab to come and pick them up.


"Do tell," Ray said, scalpel slicing a Y-shaped incision in the woman's chest.


"Irene Trenton, owner of Beauty, Inc. Cosmetics." He looked down at her with his thin lips tight. "Tisha loves her stuff. I bought her a bunch for Christmas."


Chapter 90