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

  "How much of Reading is now owned by outsiders?" I had never thought to ask, never considered the question before. I was so wrapped up in my own problems, in Petunia's and the annex and murders I'd failed to consider the place where I grew up and now did business might be at some kind of crossroads of its own. 


  Terri seemed uncomfortable with the question. "Technically, I'm an outsider," she said. 


  I grasped her hand, shook my head. "You live here," I said as way of an apology. "I mean corporations, business holdings." 


  Terri seemed to accept the correction. "A bit," she said, "but less than you'd think. The Patterson family lobbies endlessly against it. I think they've been working against Olivia since she took power." 


  So they saw Olivia-and the encroachment of control of "their" town-as a threat? Well, I kind of did, too, truth be told. Except my bottom line kind of relied on it. Did that make me a hypocrite? I guess so. "How much do you know about them, anyway?" 


Chapter 218: Terri's Confidence