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

Yet another dark and nasty alleyway proved our only exit. I kept a firm grip on Jack, wishing there was some way to transport him without forcing him to walk. He did seem stronger, however, not putting quite so much of his weight on me, so I allowed myself at least a sliver of hope for him and focused instead on escape.


I was the last out of the door but still managed to witness Stella in violent but beautiful action. She spun in deadly precision as two large men tumbled before her, both down before I could clear the last step to the filthy cobbles. She was already on the move, stepping lightly over the fallen bullies. I glanced at their faces on the way by, but was disappointed. I didn't recognize them. Which meant Samuel's two favorite pets were still out there.


And Hugh. And who knew how many police officers on their way.


Chapter 38: Problem With The Steam Union