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 stand over the body, cleansed of blood and gore, neatly laid out on another steel slab. At least this time Femke has kept him separate from the others. It's much easier to focus with only one revenant in my presence-or am I growing accustomed to the stench?


She hovers behind me, keeping her distance, has since the Enforcer she sent after Roman and Viveca came to whisper in her ear. But I feel her eyes on the back of my head, making my hackles rise as much as the hunt did, even in my human form. I need to focus on the dead body before me, reaching out, though it disgusts me to the core of my being, and laying one hand on his bare shoulder.


It takes a moment for my inbred need to run howling from the feel of him to settle before I can continue my investigation. Oddly, this would have been much easier to accomplish were he still alive. Carrion-the worst kind of carrion-turns my wolfish stomach as much as my human one.


Chapter 29: The Fire