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

   Someone screamed when the power went out, red beacons flashing into existence as emergency lights flared to life in response to the loss of electricity. I stumbled over Petunia, looking down to find her glistening eyes appearing as my vision adjusted.


"Everyone stay calm." Dad's voice carried, followed by Crew's.


   "Please remain where you are until your eyesight acclimates," the sheriff said, sounding exactly like my father. "The storm may have knocked out the power." He turned to me. "Fee, can you go check and see when the generators will kick in? Otherwise we need an alternate source of light."


   I nodded, bending to scoop Petunia into my arms and hurried toward the doors. At least the space was easy to navigate even in the dark, the tables in an orderly layout that left me a clear path to the exit. I was just passing through the big doors when I almost ran right into Olivia.


Chapter 51: Power Failure