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

"NO!" The word escapes me before I can stop it and I'm moving, running for Sage, Piers's grasping hands trying to hold me back. Andre dodges out of the way, his self-satisfied arrogance gone in a flood of shock as I leap at his boys. Kristophe squeaks in fright, releasing Sage, but Jean Marc won't back down. He leans around as I reach the two of them and slams his free fist into the bite on Sage's shoulder.


Sage screams, staggers to the side, falling to his knees, face pale. His green eyes roll back into his head as he passes out from the pain. The two files I held so desperately hit the floor with a thump as I spin in a circle and plant my right boot into Jean Marc's guts. The impact is backed with power and any other time I would be well satisfied to watch him take flight, crashing backward into a row of wereguards who stand behind him.


Chapter 31: The Bottom Of This