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 stood off to one side, Crew front and center in the council room, the place eerily empty without a crowd of Reading residents at my back filling every nook and cranny just to find out what was up.


  Nope, not this afternoon the en masse gaping of every soul that lived in our fine little town. Turned out this was a closed meeting, despite being held in the huge room at the base of town hall more suited to mayoral debates and the odd craft sale. Multi-purpose? You betcha.


  It was hard not to shuffle my feet, to clear my throat endlessly as my discomfort at being present when I had no idea why I was even here prodded me over and over to ask the obvious question. The problem being that, from the moment we walked into said council hall and realized the full ensemble of Reading's fine elected members of government sat, rigid and watchful, Crew had gone silent, stubbornly so.


Chapter 419: Fired