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 walked into a heated conversation between Crew and Olivia as the pair faced off in the foyer. Obviously her press conference had ended and for some reason she and her sheriff were at odds again. I was almost at the point I didn't care why anymore, except the amused expression on my dad's face made me pause and want to know what the joke might be.


   It was clear enough from the first sentence she uttered I could actually make out what the fuss was about.


   "How dare you ask me such questions, Sheriff Turner." She literally huffed like a bull, shoulders twitching inside her precise suit coat. "Or accuse me in any way of murdering our very special guest. I can have you fired for such insolence." Her eyes flickered to me, only then noticing I'd joined them, something I didn't like at all flashing there before she spoke again,


hurried and passionate. "Fee was in the carriage with him, not me. Why aren't you asking her questions?"


Chapter 106: Olivia Vs. Crew