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

  We bounced out the front door of Petunia's, pug in tow, laughing and talking all the way to the center of town and the library there. All hail the conquering heroettes and all that. It was the kind of perfect crystal cold day January winters in these parts were famous for, the wind brisk enough I felt it but didn't care, not while Daisy hurried along beside me, Petunia barking her happiness at being outdoors and our delighted, excited state. I even swung my arms in unbridled joy, embracing the moment of adventure, skipping a few steps to the sound of Daisy's laughter. 


  It wasn't about finding the treasure on that sunny winter afternoon. Sure, finding it would be amazing, over the top awesomesauce with a dose of holy Hannah thrown in for good measure. If I thought Petunia's was busy now... never mind the fact finding the hoard would mean I'd never have to actually work again if I didn't want to. I'd never dreamed of being stinking rich, but the idea appealed nonetheless. 


Chapter 192: Treasure Hunt