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 answered the phone the second it rang, partially irritated by the distraction, partially grateful to talk to someone outside the room. Her attempt to search the others had been rejected, all but Doug Divers who seemed to enjoy offering to take his clothes off for her.


"I'll understand if you want to strip search me," he said.


"We believe both the congressman and his daughter are paranormals." Ray kept her voice down for obvious reasons. Gerri's bheast ears had no problems hearing her, though.


"They're what?" Oops. She didn't mean to let that outburst slip. A half turn toward the others and a short wave of one hand settled them down from high alert to anxious observation.


"Kinsey has a theory. Hang on." The sound of the phone shuffling made Gerri want to rip hers from the wall in frustration.


"Gerri." Kinsey sounded excited. That meant trouble.


"Just fucking spill it, Kins." She was not in the mood for preamble.


Chapter 258