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 sat on the curved stone bench, drawing my knees to my chest, allowing my head to fall back against the carved wall. My eyes fell closed, an involuntary sigh escaping me as I relaxed for the first time in what seemed like forever. A thread of nerves still remained, but the pressure building inside me since I was infected with the living metal seemed to have lifted and I was more than willing to accept what moments of quiet I could get.


Someone settled beside me. From the lovely scent I knew it was Nona. A hand patted my knee gently.


"You've been through a great trial already," she said, voice muffled in the dim chamber. "But there is more before you, witch girl."


I opened my eyes, my gaze locking on the bobbing sphere of blue light Pharo left behind. "I know."


She sat back as well, grunting softly as she settled. "This place will keep you safe for a time. But we need to discover the means to cure you and the boy."


Chapter 78: Maji Chamber