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 paced my room half the night, or what I assumed was that amount of time, trying to figure out a way to escape. When I finally fell into bed and sleep, I was nowhere closer to an answer.


That's when the dreams began, a whispering voice, a call to action. I woke often, heart pounding, metal hand pressed to my chest as though I could soothe the rapid beating with my touch.


Clear in my mind, that whisper. Was I still dreaming?


There was more to the message but the voice was so quiet. I strained to make it out, to understand. Was it my brothers, perhaps? Someone on the outside trying to reach me? Desperate, I sought out the source of the contact.


Auburdeen. Daughter/Sister/Mother/Warrior. Welcome.


I sat upright so swiftly my head spun as the voice receded, whispering falling still.


Not my brothers. Not Sassafras. Or my mother.


Chapter 61: Call Of The Warrior