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 hated to burst the bubble of happy, but there were so many questions left. Including a dead body we had, as yet, to tie to a murder suspect.


 "Can Geoffrey's death be linked to any of this?" I glanced at Jill who looked lost on our company suddenly, like a little girl wearing daddy's clothes and pretending she fit in so she wouldn't be sent to bed and miss the grown up stuff. Yup, got all of that from the near terrified expression she let loose before smothering it with her best attempt at pulling a Liz. Didn't make it to cool confident, but at least didn't look like she was going to throw up.


 "I don't know," Jill said, voice soft and low. "I'm working on it, but my hands have been tied."


 "Council," Vivian growled. "It's not your fault, Jill. Clearly there is Patterson interest behind keeping Geoffrey's killer a secret."


Chapter 481: Most Prolifically Deadly Town In America