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

He was a great kisser, I'd give him that. Jack put his whole body and energy into kissing me, all of his attention. I'd never had a guy actually focus 100% on me when he kissed me like this. It was intoxicating, delicious on many layers, a kind of heady power I'd never experienced. Even more so than drinking too much witches brew.


When he finally pulled away, I protested with a soft mumble. The burning in his eyes increased my own need to find out where this fire might lead us. I fumbled for my keys, positive I knew where this was going and more than happy to charge full speed ahead to the inevitable result.


"Shall we continue this inside?" Jack was thinking the same thing I was. Perfect, perfect man.


My stupid sense of humor tickled and I spoke up before I could stop the snarky comeback that was typical Reese being an idiot when awesome was right in front of me. "You don't even know my middle name." Why was I playing coy? I had to put up a little resistance, I guess.


Chapter 27: Distractions