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 took care not to slam the top drawer of Lester's desk in sheer frustration, scowling into the dim quiet of his office while my heart beat just a bit too fast and hard for my own good. Sneaking into the club hadn't been that hard, though. A bit of a smile for the two couples boarding their boat for an evening jaunt and acting like I was supposed to be here seemed to do the trick, though I did take care to skirt the view of the camera pointing at the end of the dock just in case. Sure, I might be caught on the one Chris and Wanda had set up, if they were even still filming, but from what I knew they were on my side. Still, there was something about messing around with breaking and entering that left me with that kind of shivery feeling inside that had me on edge and ready to run at a moment's notice.


Chapter 266: Doreen's Keys