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

My waking was all too familiar. Not in terms of who held me, but the fact I was yet again a prisoner. I'd gone well past sorely tired of the entire business and the moment my eyes opened, my anger woke with me.


I found myself surrounded, both by darkness and trees, and the angry energy of a circle of shadows. Light flickered to my left, campfire glow, casting those around me in the inky black of night as they hunched forward.


"Chovihani." Someone spat on me, voice vibrating with hate, the very word spoken a curse. I knew that curse, had heard it before. Witch. "You will die and your spell over my people broken by your death."


Umber. I knew his voice, though not nearly the cultured perfection of Vasek's. Still, he'd cornered me in the dark once before and so his voice was the most memorable part of him.


Chapter 73: Invincible