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 stumbled in shock while Alice forged on, linking her arm with mine to help steady me, keeping her voice down when Oliver trundled on along ahead of us.


   "You know by now I used to work for Sadie." She wrinkled her brow at me, nose scrunching as she admitted what looked like a failure if I was reading her expression right. "Yes, I thought so." My own face must have given her the confirmation she needed. "I know the sheriff thinks I'm a suspect because of my past with her and I'll admit there were times when I was living my jail sentence I wished she would die." Sounded like Pamela's admission, though without a hint of emotion behind Alice's words. "When I was done, I made it my mission to track Sadie-I knew her as Marigold Hopp-and expose her as the fraud she was." Again, sounded like Pamela. From the blog Alice ran, she had a lot more success trailing behind the old woman and uncovering her activities.


Chapter 153: Trusting Alice