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.

A Poo Poo Kind of Morning

I tried not to look down the mouth of hell staring back at me from inside the glaringly pristine outer ceramic shell of the white throne, my throat catching, stomach doing half flips and a rather impressive rollover routine that would have gotten at least a 9.5 even from the Russian judges. Instead, I forced myself to smile and swallow and remind myself the elbow length yellow rubber gloves grasping the handle of the standard issue plunger were all that stood between me and Pooageddon. 

Suck it up, Fee. Big girl panties and adulting and all that. 

“At what point,” I waved the dripping plunger, wincing as droplets of yuck flew, “did I think owning a bed and breakfast was going to be glamorous and romantic?”


Fiona Fleming is in so much trouble. Her recently inherited bed and breakfast might not actually be hers thanks to the underhanded misdealings of the local real estate bully. Despite her grandmother's last will and testament, Fee might me out of luck and on the street before she even gets settled. But when her new enemy floats belly up in her koi pond, she's the prime suspect in his murder! Can she uncover who the real killer is before the smoking hot new sheriff puts her behind bars instead of asking her out on a date?

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Fiona Fleming Cozy Mysteries

Dad's smile told me everything I needed to know, Mom hugging me around the shoulders before offering Petunia another slice of banana. It disappeared down the pug's throat while I continued to beam as I had since the moment I opened Jared's letter.


"He said if I ever decide to sell, let him know," I told them. "But fake signature or not, he's not contesting anything and just wants to clean up his father's mess."


"Jared's always been a good kid," Dad said.


"And poor Aundrea and Pamela." Mom tsked as she wiped her fingers from the last of the banana while Petunia managed to look starving despite her portly figure. "How horrible for both of them." She patted my hand. "I went to school with the girls and it was honestly no secret."


"Well, Aundrea clearly thought it was a big deal," I said.


Dad sat back, arms crossing over his chest. "You say Crew already knew I'd been out of town?"


I winked at him. "Guess he's okay at doing his job after all, Dad."


Chapter 37: No Time Like The Present