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

  Crew's arms felt about the best they ever had as he held me against him, chin on the top of my head, the familiar scent of him filling me with more comfort than I think he'd ever understand. Jill stood close by, still dripping, reporting to the FBI agent my boyfriend brought in to take over the investigation. Not that he didn't want to handle it, but with the cross state crimes tied to the murders, he deemed it smart and from the way his old partner, Liz Michaud, greeted him when she arrived with her new sidekick, she agreed.


  Funny, she'd always been a bit cold to me, stand offish when we'd met. This time she smiled warmly and hugged me despite the wet the other two women had transferred to me, before letting me go.


  "You're okay, Fee?" So we were on a first name (and nickname) basis? Awesome.


Chapter 341: Return To The Fold