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

   "It's true, then," she said, leaving me stunned and a bit flatfooted to be honest, with no idea what she was talking about. "She was murdered."


   Ah, Sadie. Okay. Why did that make Emelia mad again? I opened my mouth to reply when she stood and began pacing, anger better than sorrow, at least. "Amos was right. She was a fraud. Why else would someone kill her? Making me an utter fool for believing a thing she said."


   Oh dear. "I'm afraid so." Winced at the cross-meaning. "I didn't mean you were a fool." She waved that off as I rushed on. "But I do believe she was killed because she was a fake." I watched the tall woman's face crumple while she sank onto the stool again.


"She was so convincing." She shook her head, hands heavy in her lap, but at least the anger


-and the debilitating grief-seemed to have lifted from her, if only temporarily. "I've ruined myself, my credibility, ended friendships and alienated my husband. For what?"


Chapter 143: Accepting Truth