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 passed through the doors to the dining room while a young woman with a clipboard argued with an older gentleman in a bright yellow ski suit about breakfast being relocated to another part of the lodge, knowing it was very likely I wasn't supposed to be sneaking past her without checking in. Whoopsie, my bad. On the other side of the heavy curtain and crappy rear of a wall of plywood I was transported from the back side of what looked like a huge mess and into the polished and familiar set of Cake Or Break. 


  Amazement froze me for a moment when I looked around, brilliant lights hanging overhead, three big cameras hunched like bulky robots waiting for commands in the corners, a variety of crew hustling around with headphones and walkie talkies while I did my best to pull myself together in the bright white and yellowness of the décor and act like I was supposed to be there. 


Chapter 161: Lights, Camera, Action