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

  The last person I expected to run into when I left Dad's office a short time later was the very man who had exited before me, but there he was, leaning against the side of the building, his hands shoved in his pockets, gray hair standing on end despite the shortness of the cut, Malcolm's green eyes watchful and shadowed as he scowled when I paused next to him. He made no attempt to move, to stop me and I know I could have kept going past him, past the black sedan parked around the corner with his giant bully waiting by the back door to open it for his boss. Malcolm would have made no attempt to halt my retreat if I'd chosen to walk away.


  I now understood no matter what happened, I was safe with him and wondered how he'd kept the secret, why he'd not told me everything before now. Until he opened his mouth and spoke when I chose to pause and wait with as much empathy in my face as I could muster for the man who had sworn to protect me when I was born.


Chapter 368: We'll Make A Cop Of You Yet