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 fully lit when we paused near the corner to get our bearings. My attempts to reach Sassafras failed over and over. I knew better than to try, but couldn't seem to resist each attempt, hoping perhaps I'd break through somehow.


"The whole family is home, I presume." Vasek had recovered his air of arrogance if not fully his good humor by then. "How then do you propose extracting the boy?"


I hadn't thought that far ahead and didn't appreciate his attitude. "I supplied the solution, didn't I? I can't think of everything."


Lucky for us, Stella had a mind of her own. Without waiting to see if we would follow, she promptly crossed the street on a straight approach to the house. We did pursue her, without a word. She had that effect on people, I noticed. At the last moment, she veered to the right, near the tall, black iron fence. She waited for us in the deep shadow just outside the reach of the nearest lamppost.


Chapter 28: Hugh's Betrayal