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

Clearly, huddling near the remains of the end of the train wasn't serving any of us. I drew myself to my feet, pulling Jack along with me, saw Stella doing the same for Josephine and Vasek. Jack's eyes grew wider and his confusion and shock more apparent as we left that wrecked car behind us and entered the next, equally as devastated as the last. I moved him on, wincing at the sound of scraping metal as we crossed over the partially destroyed connection. I glanced back as the remains of two cars let go, tumbling away into the darkness with a clatter and roar of steel on stone.


When we reached the dining car, Josephine called out for me to stop. Just as well, really. Of the only two remaining up ahead, one was the engine and the other was topless.


"What of the driver?" Vasek braced himself against the heavy table as the train rocked itself more quietly. Now that we'd lost the remains of the wreckage, everything seemed much calmer. Deceiving.


Chapter 49: New Plans