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

I began to curse the moment I came back to my senses. Hadn't I just decided I was sick and tired of being manhandled, kidnapped and treated like a sack of old potatoes? I wrestled with the cuffs at my wrists, feeling a familiar tingle as the suppression magic inside them restricted me from using my witchcraft.


I sat up, looking about, hating the cell I found myself in, wooden slats for walls and more metal bars. The ground beneath me was moving, the sound of steel wheels on track much louder than in the muffled and well designed cars I'd visited, so I knew I was still on board the train. As the last of the drug-induced fog lifted from my mind, rather than go off like I normally would, I decided to do something constructive for a change.


Chapter 47: Captured