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'd just barely walked through the doors to Dad's office, Heather at my side, ready to hand her over to him and the troopers, when I realized my father wasn't alone. The startled and then hungry look on Robert's face, the sudden tense silence in the room, told me I'd just miscalculated in the kind of massive way that might get the woman beside me incarcerated for something she didn't do. Why I felt so protective of her I had no idea but I found myself stepping in front of her while Robert lurched toward me, hand reaching for his cuffs at his belt, my father following at a slower pace. The tight, unhappy expression Dad wore told me there was nothing I could do, though it didn't stop me from standing my ground as my cousin came to a huffing halt in front of me.


  I glared up at him, positive my disgust showed clearly on my face, while Robert's teeth squeaked from grinding so hard.


Chapter 262: Arresting Officer