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

  He was faster than me, making it to the kitchen door before I could push it open, almost nailing me with it, though we both laughed over the incident.


  Mom didn't. You'd think he'd just assaulted me with a chain saw. The gasp she let out echoed in the now quiet room, even our giggling about the near miss silenced as my mother shook her index finger at my fiancé.


  "If you give her a black eye or break her nose, Crew Turner," she snapped.


  He hugged me tight, kissing me before crossing the kitchen and, in an uncharacteristic show of good humor, heaved my mother off her feet and swung her around until she giggled and batted at his broad shoulders, her green eyes now sparkling with laughter instead of irritation.


  "You put me down this instant." Except, when he complied, she accepted the firm and noisy kiss he placed on her cheek, hugging him again when he was done. "Silly boy," she whispered. Was she choked up again? Yes, yes she was. And she wasn't alone, nope, nope.


Chapter 414: Speech From The Heart