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 British Museum was set back from the street, a grand courtyard between the byway and the front doors. Fortunately for us, we weren't entering that way.


Vasek continued at an easy pace around the side of the square and up a narrow alley between one building and the next. The path was barely wide enough for the three of us to pass and shrouded in almost total darkness. Three quarters of the length of it behind us, he paused beside a small iron door, pitted with age, but bolted quite firmly.


Without saying a word, Stella crouched next to it while Vasek kept watch. I hugged myself, feeling useless, and more than a little nervous. I was about to call the whole thing off when the lock clicked open.


"You're right," he whispered to Stella with a grin. "You are getting soft. And slow."


Chapter 42: Break In