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

Book Three of the Blood and Gold Trilogy


Time stood still in my gilded cage. Without windows or access to outside light, I had no idea how many days passed, or if, in fact, many turns of the clock occurred at all.


Occasionally I would sleep. And dream. Disturbing dreams, filled with fire and shining gold. A whispering voice called my name, summoning me closer. Though if I tried to hear what else it had to say I would wake with a start, bathed in sweat only to collapse into dream again.


And when I woke for real, it was to offerings of food or drink, neatly laid out for me. I began to wonder if, perhaps, I was being gassed or drugged somehow at exactly the proper moment.


I wanted for nothing aside from my freedom. A well-appointed lavatory with a marvelous stone washing pool recirculated the water, maintaining a constant comfortable temperature. I never did feel quite at ease enough with my present circumstance to take advantage of it fully, just in case.


Chapter 58: Gilded Cage