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

   I sent the girls on their way back to Ava's quarters, not wanting Simone to be alone in her room upstairs. At least they left as friends and I hoped this brought them closer together. From the way they exited the bathroom with their arms around each other's waists they'd been good buddies all along. Letting a guy come between them? Tragedy.


   I stood in the hallway for a moment, thinking, Petunia panting and waiting for me to figure out what I was going to do next. I considered bending to pet her but reconsidered. Wouldn't do to pass out at the moment. Instead, I reached for my phone in my back pocket and swore softly to myself. The odds of finding it before spring were pretty slim and even then it would be dead to the world. But I didn't really care about that part. I'd only had it a short time and just backed up my photos. And my old phone was home with all my contacts intact. No, it was the ease of information access I missed.


Chapter 64: Paisley