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 eased through the doorway into the Truman house, her kit bumping against the door jamb on her way through. She spotted Gerri immediately, as she often did, hands on her hips, hair shining like a beacon in the hallway, drawing the medical examiner to the scene of the crime.


The detective spun as Ray murmured her name. One look at the redhead's fury and Ray knew her friend was on the brink of snapping.


"I need TOD," Gerri snapped. "And COD. Now."


Ray didn't comment, setting down her kit with her usual calm, the sound of the latches clicking open loud in the quiet that followed the detective's demands. With a relaxed demeanor she didn't feel, Ray slipped on a pair of gloves before bending over Gordon Truman's body.


Chapter 130