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 texted Liz, but not before Jill's message came through when I set foot on the sidewalk outside town hall.


Head back to the center, the deputy sent. Could use the backup.


Liz get in touch? I climbed into the front seat of my car as Jill responded.


Okay then. A quick drive down the block carried me to the steps to the sheriff's office where Liz stood waiting, her dark sunglasses making her look even more the special agent. She waved while she descended the stairs, climbing into the passenger's seat without a word. Nope, those she saved for after I pulled away, taking a right at the stop sign on the corner, heading out to the edge of town and the drive up the mountain while she spoke.


"That cousin of yours," she said, so droll I glanced sideways with a start, the tight line of her normally full lips making me grimace. "He's quite the character."


Chapter 387: Consulting The FBI