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 didn't take long for the two sides of my magic to cause me discomfort on that voyage across the river. By the time we'd pulled away and I'd turned from Georgina's sad farewell, I was forced to set Sass in Kate's arms and find somewhere to sit down.


My connection to the water element was suddenly at war with the sorcerous call of the material, setting my head spinning. The others gathered, chatted quietly as the boat made its rocking way, but I simply didn't have the strength or the stability to participate.


The ferry wasn't large, but big enough for me to escape them all by circling the cabin and settling near the prow, hugging my coat around me and doing everything I could to keep my stomach stable while my magics fought back and forth for control.


Chapter 71: Two Sides