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

I return the coat to the line and morph into werewolf form, running for the palace. I wonder if the real owner will even notice it went missing.


The forest engulfs me, welcomes me home and I embrace its quiet, the night-time stillness of it, more kind to me than anything I'll find back under my grandfather's rule. How can I make this right? And do I want to? The more I think about it, the more my anger tells me Oleksander is blowing this way out of proportion, and that all of my fear about telling him in the first place was unfounded. It was a love affair, not a betrayal of my people. And it's over. Sage knows nothing about me, or the werenation. And it's not like other werewolves haven't mated with normals. I'm hardly the first one to do it. But I'm the very first wereprincess, aren't I? And heaven forbid I muddy our precious bloodline with the taint of a normal.


Chapter 24: Ghosting