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.

Magic woke, stretched, yawned into the late afternoon and the peaceful corner of the wood where long it slept. But what prompted its return to awareness? Pink tendrils of power unwound from deep beneath the earth, the crushed needles and heavy moss. Seeking the source of its awakening with gentle curiosity.
The sun dappled trees gave way to dark orange light while dusk washed over the forest path.
Black robes caught the edges of the remaining illumination in flickers that seemed to absorb into the lush velvet folds, passing over shoulders and cowls, across the tips of the brooms they carried deeper into the quiet of the wood.
She led them, flashes of blue satin lining appearing as she moved, her narrow toed shoes gliding over the hard packed red earth, floating as if she barely touched the ground. And though the four figures moved quickly and with seeming purpose, nature didn’t shun them or their intrusion. If anything, they were welcomed, observed with ancient delight, sent on with the trill of birdsong and the chattering interest of watching squirrels.

Lovely Witches Club

I scrambled back to Carol, knowing I'd just made a total and complete fool of myself and unable to care if anyone knew I'd lost my last nut. Still driven by the compulsion to escape the Island as quickly as possible, emotions jumbled, the pounding in my head more painful, the constriction around my chest tightening by the moment, I collapsed in the front seat, digging around in my purse for my cell phone. I needed help. I couldn't stay here. I needed someone to help me, to save me.


I dialed the number for the tow truck, the card left behind the last time Carol betrayed me. Got a message service. Left my name in what had to be gasping sobs, my location-best guess-hung up. I couldn't wait. It would take far too long for the tow company to get here. I had to find a way out. Now.


Chapter 29: No Such Thing