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

The tunnel was man-made of more brick and mortar. Someone floated a ball of witchlight ahead of us, bobbing blue over our shoulders to hover just far enough out to light the way. I turned to see Pharo wave at me, and wink.


"Probably best if you don't use your power about now, Tweet," he said. "At least, from what you've told us it may be a bad idea?"


The illumination preceded us, leading us deeper. I noticed very quickly the walls turn to ordinary stone, as if whoever dug this place, or found it for that matter, made use of what was available.


Within only a few minutes, we emerged from the cool, damp tunnel thankfully smelling nothing of waste, into a wide cavern. The witchlight grew in size, rising above us, a sparkling blue star casting a cold glow on everything below.


Chapter 68: Archeology