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

  Wouldn't you know, life interrupted my pending delight at the end of one thorn in my side. I paused to answer my phone when it jangled its happy refrain, letting Dad and Crew go ahead of me, waving off my boyfriend when I noted the caller. My bestie had set the ring tone to her favorite song and the upbeat chorus seemed oddly appropriate at the moment. I answered with a lighter heart than I'd had in ages, actually smiling when I remembered we'd reconciled. So nice to have her back in my life again the way she was meant to be.


  "Hey, Daisy," I said, standing just outside the door, the faint breeze a welcome wash of cooler air doing little to cut down the heat of so many people overwhelming the airflow of the hall. "You're missing all the excitement. I think Olivia's prepped to kick Geoffrey's butt."


  Not sure how much of that she caught since my voice was still only audible every three out of four words, but she laughed as I finished so she must have gotten the gist.


Chapter 307: Meddling