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

Gerri exited the cathedral, waving to Kinsey before climbing into her car, settling back with a sigh in the cloying heat of the interior. Something felt horribly off, like she was in the middle of a giant comedy of errors turned to a tragedy at every turn. When she finally turned on her car and fired up the air conditioning, Gerri headed not for the precinct, but for the Truman's.


She needed to question the family further, to prod and poke at Gordon Truman and find the holes in his story. He knew more than he was telling her. Or, was hiding things he never wanted to see the light of day. Secrets she understood, but not if they kept her from finding who killed Father Harry. And if the priest actually raped those boys.


Chapter 129