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.

Banished to Victorian London

“Auburdeen Perneila Hayle,” Sassafras hissed, the amber glow from his cat eyes growing until the front of the wicker cage shone with it, “you will do whatever you can to behave yourself, to not embarrass me or your mother and to absolutely under every circumstance maintain a firm hand on your horrid temper.”

My anger simmered. Yes, I had a temper. And yes, it had taken me into situations in the past that perhaps I shouldn't have been part of, situations that usually devolved into fistfights and incoherent yelling at the offender. He should be grateful I always kept control of myself enough my magic never came into play. Except that one time. But it wasn't my fault. Not really. And the offender recovered. Eventually.

Auburdeen Hayle is the sixteen-year-old daughter of the next leader of her coven. When the transition of power becomes tense, Burdie is sent from her home in America to stay with old friends in London to keep her safe. But a handsome young man chooses to hide from the police in her hansom, drawing Burdie into an underground world of magic that challenges even her sense of adventure and puts her at odds with the very people who are meant to protect her.

Blood and Gold Trilogy

Intermission was over, patrons reentering the theater, when I set foot on the plush carpet at the bottom of the stairs. I pushed past a number of them on my way to the outer doors, desperate for a breath of fresh air. I staggered through a cloud of cigar smoke and into the cool London night, gasping for something that had nothing to do with oxygen.


A battle raged inside me. I found a low stone wall and collapsed on it while my magic, the magic I'd been born with and had sustained me my entire life fought against this new power only now fully awoken under Samuel's influence.


I had never felt so disoriented or nauseated, my head spinning while my stomach heaved and flipped slowly over and over. Every attempt I made to access my magic only made things worse. Panting and covered in a cold sweat, I sat there and shook while the two energies within me struggled for dominance over the other.


Chapter 21: Internal Battle