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

Instead of leading us up as I expected, Jack guided us past the iron gate and further down the corridor to another set of descending stairs. I was becoming mightily frustrated with my footwear, the balls of my feet in great discomfort. But I didn't have time to think about it, as it turned out.


We had just reached the bottom of the stone steps when someone in the corridor above opened the iron gate with a squeal of hinges.


"Quickly," Jack hissed. "They'll be on us in moments."


Running in said footwear was about as difficult as one could imagine, the heels fairly sliding out from every step. I was forced to leave the weight on the front of my feet, a fact which quickly tired out me and my already over-taxed calves.


Chapter 34: Escape From The Brotherhood