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 Steam Union fled through the night with me among them. If it weren't for the amazing constitution the living metal gave me, I knew I'd be bruised black and blue from the ordeal. But the gold protected me, or my physical form at least, while my heart churned with fury.


I'd wrangled my anger back, welcoming the familiar comfort of it. This was a time my temper served me for once. The heat of it actually cleared my head, helped me focus and pay attention, though I was in no condition magically to track the route we took.


I was thrown onto the back of a horse, held upright by the rider while the rest of the sorcerers mounted as well. Robert paused next to me, gloved hands sliding the medallion's chain from my neck. The feeling of utter loss was sharp and immediate and almost drove me from the drugged state that held me. He shoved the golden disk into his pocket, dulling the connection as he turned away, driving me back into my helpless state.


Chapter 75: Steam Union