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

  Daisy paused in her cooking, likely thanks to the look on my face. Something I could only guess sat in between annoyed as all get out and introspective. 


  "Spill." She gestured at me grandly with her spatula like a good witch waving her wand. 


  "Tell me if this seems sketchy to you." I shared what I'd overheard and been told while she dished up two platters of varying items from more pastries to waffles to her delicious French bread. She finished when I did, handing me the plates which I balanced as she spoke. 


  "Sketchy beyond the ability to sketch further into sketchood," she said. "On all levels." 


  Thought so. "More importantly," I said, "why are Bonnie and Joyce suddenly so chummy when just last night they were mortal enemies over the man who cheated on them both?" 


  "I don't know, Fee," Daisy blinked her big eyes at me, "but I know someone who is going to dig until she finds out." Her wink and huge smile made me laugh. 


Chapter 179: Chummy