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 felt pressure building, even through calling my own fire. But this pressure came from outside me, from my right, leaking in under the sturdy steel and wooden door guarding the exit. I only had one moment to understand what that pressure meant, to turn and shout, "Down!" to Jack and Samuel, before said solid door burst inward, shattering into countless shards and splinters, the force of the implosion powerful enough to drive me to the ground.


I was buffeted by heated air, looking up in fear to see Jack hovering over me, his body a shield between the destruction and my still human flesh. I saw him jerk, as though struck with something heavy, but his expression of grim determination did not alter.


My eyes traveled over the small entry as the blue flames died, a cloud of smoke mixed with stone dust billowing around me. Bodies in black velvet lay strewn about, all of them still. Those remaining on their feet turned and fled, Hugh screaming after them.


Chapter 66: Rescue