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

Cyrus had many ideas, none of which made one bit of a difference to the living metal. Within a few hours the old sorcerer put Jack and I through so much I was near to tears from exhaustion and frustration.


The only thing we did succeed in accomplishing was to convince me there was nothing we could do to stop the advancement and eventual takeover of the infection.


I left them and this time Nona stayed away. I retreated to the back side of the pedestal, out of their view, sitting on the floor with my back to the fountain. I hung my head, breathing through my mouth to control the tension in my body, knowing this was the worst time possible for me to fall apart.


When he approached I welcomed him as much as I wished he'd just leave me alone. Jack sat next to me while Cyrus's voice interrupted.


"We're going to the surface," he called, "to see if there is news."


Neither of us answered and their footfalls retreated.


Chapter 79: Drawn Together