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. - 9th PRECINCT INTERROGATION - NOON


She was frustrated enough by the appearance of the two women she was already in a bad mood when she nodded to the two unis and jerked open the door to the room. Gerri didn't even bother to take a moment to observe Armstrong. She was done with screwing around.


Time to wrap up this case and prove to the girls weird was just that and had nothing to do with murder.


Abigail glared at her from her place behind the low metal table, thin mouth pulled tight as Gerri closed the door and approached. The older woman's lined face tightened further as Gerri sat, her eyes traveling down to her leather cowboy boots, over the belt at her waist.


"Leather is inhumane," she said in a crisp, harsh voice.


Chapter 102