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 am we, half of him as he is half of me. He rises above the ground, shedding his mortal vestments, my coverings of cloth and leather falling away as the last of our blood floods me and I am whole.


Our hands grasp, our power joining in perfection. I feel the life within him joining to mine, the soft call of the buried ancient magic he carried and never knew, the legacy of the maji. His energy is tied to this place of power, fed by it now that his thin bond has woken, his heritage now clear in the memories of the maji who left their mark and their magic behind. The walls hum with life and death, calling to us both. There are voices summoning us, but we heed them not. What are these paltry humans to us? Nothing. Their flaws are obvious, their failing old bodies barely worth the magic they contain.


Should we finish them? His calm is my calm


They will fall. I look away from them. When the time comes. They will all fall.


Chapter 80: Children Of Atum