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

   "This is the bottle of oil from my kitchen." Carol examined the now plastic sealed container before handing it to Crew. "I have no idea how it ended up in the men's bathroom."


   I had my suspicions. Considering I'd witnessed Ethan in this very washroom earlier with the out of order sign in place. An excellent opportunity to pour out a small sample to be tucked into his pocket and used on Mason's birthday cake before delivering it and tossing the evidence under Simone's chair to shift blame to my friend's sister.


   Crew tucked the plastic wrapped bottle into his tuxedo jacket pocket where it bulged awkwardly. "Mr. Perry, when I get this bottle fingerprinted, will I find yours on it?"


Chapter 55: Filling In Details