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 was waiting for me in the foyer and, I discovered, so was Crew. The sheriff had obviously gotten over his childish snit fit because he stood with my father and watched me approach. I slowed my pace so I didn't look like a little girl running after her daddy though I was pretty sure I wasn't fooling anyone when I came to a less than graceful stop beside Dad. Petunia


let out a long, frustrated sigh and glared at me before burping her opinion of this whole running around business.


   "James and Ethan," Crew said before I could open my mouth to him or to Petunia. "Both need to be confined from this moment on in a safe place they can be monitored until the plows get to us and my team can arrive."


   "Just those two?" Dad's initial question even sounded cocky and challenging to me though when Crew's forehead vein pulsed, his eye twitch in clear evidence, my father instead held up both hands and shook his head. "Let's just cover all bases, okay?"


Chapter 68: A Motive To Die For