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

Witches gathered around the cauldron, heavy robes and cowls hiding their faces as they formed their circle and chanted their familiar litany over the surface.


Lovely witches gather round, join your voice and magic bound. Refresh our power and our task, for our Island we do ask.


Return our strength from days of yore, peace and prosperity evermore.


Constance pushed back her hood, her smile fake and a fair stab at sweet, aimed at the others as she slowly met each of their eyes before speaking with great weight in her voice.


"Though we have been through a trying time, we must, as always, cast aside our personal feelings while we consider our next course of action."


Piper looked up from under her cowl, scowling, grim, intense. "Just get on with it already."


Constance glared at her and the unhappy interruption before shrugging and smiling again, her carefully cultivated leader persona firmly in place once more.


Chapter 32: The True Leader of the Lovely Witches Club