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.

Secret Love

I’m about to turn around when I feel him and everything stops. Ahead, Piers is there, I know it and the knowledge almost chokes me. I see him emerge from between two buildings, long, gray coat hanging to his feet, lean shoulders back, blond hair over one shoulder, falling in rippling silk to his knees. Those gray eyes greet me with joy, his lean hands already reaching out to me.

He turns, heads my way from the other side of the street. Coming closer. My lips are turning into a smile, my heart beginning to race, even as a mind touches mine.

Zoe. I close off immediately at the sound of my grandmother’s cool curiosity. Where are you?

Zoe Helios is a powerful Oracle, from a long line of women dedicated to interpreting the future for the good of all. But her encounter with handsome Steam Union sorcerer, Piers Southway, has led her to believe everything she’s been taught about the role her family plays is a lie. Searching for the truth, she must avoid the attention of her grandmother’s lover, Liander Belaisle, while rewriting the visions she’s had her entire life about the woman she knew as the Dark One. 

A woman named Sydlynn Hayle.

Helios Oracles

I open my eyes, know as I draw a breath only a fraction of a moment has passed. Liander is falling back from me, swearing as Kayden and his sorcerers scramble to their feet, fear radiating outward from them. I've already made my choice, know there can only be one path, one way for me to make things right. Or as right as possible, to repent for the sins of Sibyl and her jealousy and hate.


Liander must know what's coming, see it in my face, perhaps, as my fire roars forward, plunging toward him. He tries to shield, but he's far too weak, the flames of fate coming for him as they never have before. But I'm so wrapped up in calm I see his future too late, and in doing so, in watching the vision of what he will become unfold while he fights off my fire, I allow him to slip through my fingers.


Chapter 24: Consumed By The Fire