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.

The Challenge

“Jagger Santos,” Coradine said, voice singsong and trying to be endearing while I gagged a little over her cutsie attempt to be coy. So gross. “This is the one I was telling you about.”

He didn’t look at her, his hunger for the fight apparent. “Ethie Hayle,” he said, deep voice full of daggers. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

I could have said no. Just turned on my heel and left, walked away, got the hell out of there. Should have. It was one thing to fight my own coven for “fun” occasionally. A way to let off steam, to expend some of my pent up anger in a reasonably safe way that ensured if they didn’t like me, they at least stayed out of my way. But a witch from another territory? The Santos coven wasn’t exactly on GreatGram’s favorite list, either.

This could only end badly.

Ethie Hayle has spent her whole life sheltered by the coven, her powerful family and the fear that an unknown enemy could, at any moment, leap out of the veil and hurt her. Talk about smothering when all she wants is to have the freedoms her oh-so-special brother, Gabriel, seems to take for granted. But when a strange woman appears and offers her a gift, Ethie discovers the concerns her mother and great-grandmother have harbored aren’t all that ridiculous after all and that there are powers in the Universe she can’t imagine…

Hayle Coven Inheritance

Now, I was completely aware of the fact I'd just been commanding and demanding with two of the only people on the plane who actually had my back these days. Okay, not so fair, but I wasn't about fair at the moment.


Whatever you want, Your Freaking Hayle Majesty. That from the snarkily awesome half-Daeva, Reena. I caught a glimpse of her long dreadlocks, silver links woven into them, tossing as she shot her sarcasm my way. We're at your beck and oh-so-special call, you betcha. She snorted in my head.


Reena. Mathias's gentler touch made me regret my angry contact. Her half-drach partner-in hunting and in life? I never found out-soothed the both of us with the touch of his rainbow magic, making me feel like a sullen kid who'd just stomped off after a temper tantrum aimed at her mother who was just trying to help.


Chapter 69: Your Freaking Hayle Majesty