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 throw my feelings at him, letting my grandfather see, feel, and smell my fury, taste the defiance I embrace. Yes, my king. My words mean nothing, platitudes.


"Our thanks to you," Oleksander says to Caine while I gag on his change of heart. "I had no idea."


Caine bows his head to my grandfather. "You are so quick to judge," he says, looking straight at me, "but we, too, care for the honor and glory of our werenation. We may have different ways of being, have been raised to alternate laws outside the embrace of those who rule our people, but we, as a pack, long only for the good of all werewolves."


His pretty speech doesn't fool me, but I feel my grandfather soften next to me. "Your observations of the Dumonts?"


"Merely in service of you, my king." Caine's eyes meet my Oleksander's. "I took from our initial meeting, they are old enemies. It is best, in my experience, to understand those who oppose us, first hand."


Chapter 23: Disloyal Weregirl