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

Benedict stood on the rooftop across the street from Club 27, arms crossed over his chest. It was almost closing time. Kinsey would be emerging shortly. He would do his duty, follow the young DanAllart heir home and guard over her in her sleep.


She had no idea how many times he'd kept her safe. No clue the Collective sent messengers, assassins, infiltrators in her path almost weekly. And she didn't need to know.


"Master." Billy panted next to him, unable to fully shed the habits of his natural form. "Your orders?"


Kinsey was his responsibility. But, Margot made it clear the other two were just as valuable, if not as vital.


"Follow and guard," he said. Billy grunted, Amber beside him. The brother and sister sighed from slim, red-haired human teenagers into large, black dogs with glowing red eyes. He ignored them as they leaped over the edge of the building to the dumpster far below, the fall one that would kill a normal dog.


Chapter 208