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

  Wow, that was a bombshell to drop. While I sorted out the implications-and Molly's return to susptecthood-Daisy spoke up. 


  "Isn't there anything she can do? To shut down the book?" She seemed more upset about it than Vivian. It did answer the copyright question. All ownership should have passed to Molly, at least as far as I knew. 


  The cold blonde shrugged, her coat sighing around her. "There are copyright laws," she said. "But if Gloria never registered them, Ron could have dragged out a court case until the family couldn't afford to fight any longer." 


  "Actually," I said, "he was in financial trouble himself." 


  She met my eyes, crystal blue surprised. "Really. How interesting." 


  I felt myself still in that moment as I realized just how alike the two of us were. And that, if circumstances were different, Vivian and I might-might, in an alternate universe I never wanted to visit-have been friends. 


Chapter 183: The Queen Of Wheat