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

The 27 Club's back door was open, the rattle of beer bottles letting Gerri know she wasn't alone as she climbed the old, metal stairs and entered the dark hallway. Her eyes quickly adjusted from the bright, California morning to the gloom of the back entry, a red exit sign flickering overhead. The long, unhappy fluorescent did its job with halfhearted willingness.


Someone turned and yelped, making Gerri jump, hand falling on the butt of her gun. When the tall, skinny guy with the hipster beard and geek boy t-shirt stopped, panting out of fear, she flashed her badge.


"You scared the crap out of me." He shifted to the side from where he'd been stacking empty beer bottles out of the way. "Detective." An add-on, a bit more respectful.


"Sorry about that," she said, grinning. Was it wrong that tickled her funny bone? "Detective Geraldine Meyers."


"Nate Witten." He rubbed both palms on the legs of his jeans before shaking her hand. "Is Juliette okay?"


Chapter 197