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

As luck would have it, finally turning in my favor again, when I joined Kate for breakfast Samuel remained absent. I took the opportunity to sit next to her and whisper to her the revelations of the night before. I left out the advancement of the metal across my body, stressing to her instead our imminent freedom.


It seemed to ease her weighty melancholy, to my great relief, to the point she actually managed a smile for me.


I squeezed her hand and even hugged her then on impulse, feeling her embrace me in return, the terrible tension holding her so stiff and sad releasing her at last.


I was about to rise when Samuel stormed into our presence, his face twisted in anger. He slammed his chair back, collapsing into it, eyes glaring at us. I instantly feared he'd discovered the plot to rescue us from his hands only then realizing had he done so he would instead be gloating, not furious.


Chapter 62: Resistance