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

It wasn't as simple as that, no matter Samuel's attitude on the subject.


"How did you find us?" I certainly wasn't trusting him, even for a moment.


Instead of speaking, he withdrew the medallion from inside his jacket. "I only just relocated it after it went missing. Into Hugh's possession, as it turns out." His lips dropped into a scowl. "It would appear not all of my followers agreed with my leadership methods." He was about to pocket it again when Jack took it from him.


"You used this to track us?" The gold chain dangled harmlessly from Jack's hand. I barely heard him speak to Samuel, my eyes, my heart, my soul locked on the shining disk of gold calling softly to me. The whisper in my head caressed my mind, summoning me to take my place as its soldier. It wound around me, a soft and compelling embrace. I found myself listening, grasping more words, hearing it more clearly even as Samuel spoke.


Chapter 65: Turned Tables