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 must have looked ridiculous sitting there with my mouth open and my forehead scrunched as I processed what he said. I'd trusted Alice, believed in her. No way I'd misread her or her need for answers. Um-hum, all my history of having great instincts about people argued otherwise while a jolt of hurt she might have been lying to me cut deeper than it should have.


   Okay, time to be honest with myself. Was I defending her because I liked her, or because I thought she was innocent despite evidence that suggested the contrary? Evidence I myself discovered? It was clear Alice targeted Sadie, and now I knew why.


   But was she working with Sadie still? Or, had she been following the woman around as some kind of fraud of her own devising? Setting herself up as this big debunker to get views on her blog? Could all of her success be tied to a lie set up and perpetuated by the old woman, using Alice's blog influence in some convoluted plan the two con artists used to bilk customers?


Chapter 148: Sharing With The Sheriff