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

  If Leo hadn't started talking again I may have given away Crew's return to consciousness in the surge of relief that almost made me sob. Good thing I was in such a stricken state to begin with, already worked up, because I was able to hide my instantaneous joy and overwhelm at the sight of my fiancé's focus and attention that told me he wasn't just awake now, but had been for some time, likely waiting for his own chance to act.


  "It doesn't matter now," Leo was saying and I fought to keep my attention on him and forget that Crew had a plan-surely he had a plan-better than mine. Wait, did I have a plan outside of the fact my hands and feet were free? Nope. Winging it. "None of it does. Your sheriff found out about my clubs."


  "Clubs?" Please, keep talking and not dragging me into the cab of the truck. I needed space, wanted to act, but knew I had to wait for Crew. We'd only get one shot at this.


Chapter 375: I Can Still Be With Her