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 stood outside Mateo's door, wanting to talk to Crew about his fight with Jill but not sure how to bring it up. He'd been stonily silent on the elevator ride, withdrawn and so far past stoic and into impenetrable fortress I hadn't known what to say or even if I should remind him I was there. Instead, I hugged myself and tried not to let the misery of watching my friend and my boyfriend lose their trust for each other over something I hadn't even been allowed to witness thanks to two people who really needed to take a flying leap off a cliff and splat to an unhappy end at the bottom.


  Gruesome? You betcha. Well deserved, thank you very much. I was, after all, the queen of dead bodies, right?


  Crew knocked firmly on Mateo's door. When I say firmly, I mean hard enough to make the lock rattle. Yup, he was definitely in a state and I chose to err on the side of staying out of the way as the entry swung open and a partially undressed and rather mussed Mateo answered.


Chapter 332: Working Things Out