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 gasp at Finlay while Oleksander swears in Ukrainian, something he rarely does.


"You're certain?" It's a silly question, but I don't blame him for asking. I'm in such shock it seems a logical one to me, too.


Gwendolyn glares at her partner a moment before nodding with sympathy. "We are," she says.


"Revenants are popping up all over Eastern Europe," Finlay continues, like it's no big deal. "Just a handful, but we don't need to remind you creating werewolves is illegal." I take it from his tone he has questions for us, but I try not to take his suspicions personally. He's an Enforcer, only doing his job.


My grandfather isn't so gracious. "Are you accusing us of something?" He looms larger, as tall as Finlay. "And why is it, if such creatures are, as you say, springing up all over Eastern Europe, is it we are only now hearing of their appearance?"


Actually an excellent question, as it turns out.


Chapter 25: Assisting The Council Leader