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

  Though they weren't really that far away, I couldn't make out what they were saying. Eddie lunged, catching at Frieda's coat and pulling her around to face him, his nose almost touching hers as they hissed their unhappiness at each other. It was clear she wasn't welcome and knew it, had been likely up to no good. The redness of Eddie's cheeks surely had less to do with the cold and more with the anger in his expression, in the way he carried his whole body.


  Before I could decide if I needed to intervene to keep them from hurting one another, Frieda jerked her arm out of his grasp and stalked away. Eddie didn't follow this time, though he looked about choked enough to do her harm. When she was almost to the corner of the building he spun and marched back into the woods, his reflective orange vest flashing in the sunlight as he vanished from sight.


Chapter 285: Petty Reaction