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

To say he was not himself would be a hideous understatement, about as hideous as he had become. I found myself staring in absolute disgust and sympathy at the messy remains of his face. I'd never seen anyone so disfigured, but not just in flesh. Fused to his still inflamed and weeping skin were patches of metal. But not the shining gold that enveloped Jack or crawled over my own skin. This metal looked dull, almost dead, as though the life within it had been corrupted and left to rot. Where it met his flesh, the edges seemed both skimmed with green boils and the flakiness of rust. One of Hugh's eyes was missing completely, a hollow shell with only a cup of that terrible metal within the socket while the other burned with a madness inspiring terror.


"Hugh!" Kate gasped, one shaking hand pressed to her mouth. And though I was still overwhelmed by his appearance, her outcry was enough to shake me free of my fear.


Chapter 63: Hugh