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.

Reluctant Princess

“Syd,” I say. “If I were to step down as heir, would there be a place for me here?”

She reaches out and takes my hand again. “Without question,” she says. “Any time, come as you are, you betcha. And hell no. Yes, because I miss you and love you and it’s not the same without you. The kids adore you, life is better when you’re here.” She looks away from me, up at the star-filled sky. Her sorrow is a living thing between us, my wolf snuffling at it and whining. “And no, because you are so much more than a servant to anyone. And if you came back, I’d worry it was for the wrong reasons.”

Seven years have passed since Charlotte took her place as heir to the werenation. Still unmated and resisting her position, she longs for freedom she will never have, and life with a mortal man she loves. When a powerful new pack appears, Charlotte is instantly suspicious. Cicero Caine and his weres aren’t exactly what they seem. But the arrival of old enemies and a rising threat to all werewolves throws the wereprincess into the middle of a vast conspiracy, challenging the very foundations of what she’s been taught to believe.

Lychos Cycle

Isabelle comes to a halt, turning back to meet my eyes. She and Sage stand trapped between the Dumont brothers and my little cluster of weres and witches. I'm frozen, not sure what to do. They are supposed to be gone, banished by my grandfather. I didn't give the Dumonts another thought, not after Oleksander told them to leave. What are they still doing here? The boys come closer, Jean Marc's cleverness obvious in the tiny smile on his face. He knows something is going on. Kristophe is just along for the ride, as usual, but it's only a matter of time before the second Dumont brother figures things out.


Nataliya stiffens beside me. "Those two," she spits in Ukrainian. "And their foul father. I would have them leave, as well. Perhaps Femke needs to be notified."


Chapter 21: My Worst Nightmare