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

The Brindle house was the only place I could think of to take him. If Samuel was somehow able to track Jack using magic, the wards might protect him. Then again, they might not. After all, Samuel was a member of the family, if not of the coven. Blood could supercede power. And from what I knew of this sorcery, it was able to cut through witch magic easily.


Still, I had no other choice. I had the hansom drop us around the corner and snuck the rest of the way. Luckily, neither Clara nor the rest of the help were in sight when we entered the foyer and within moments I had Jack securely behind my bedroom door.


Even Mum would be scandalized. I knew it. This was the worst possible place to stash him. If we were caught... well, I had no idea really the consequences. Only that girls who allowed young men into their bedrooms at home were considered to be less than honorable. And even though I had nothing improper in mind, we had to work this out before we were caught.


Chapter 22: Rescuing Jack