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

Sage isn't happy about the kiss, I can tell, but I ignore him as we pull into the next town and hunt down a train station. It's easy enough to find. And this time, I go to the ticket booth and buy tickets.


The smiling attendant gestures at the map before me. "Where to?" Her Austrian is crisp and aristocratic.


I answer in English, my American accent firmly in place. "Spain," I say.


"By way of Wilhelm," Sage cuts in. I glare at him but he shakes his head. "You promised we could see it before we went home, remember?"


I'll kill him later. The attendant hands over the tickets after I pay her. "Have a pleasant trip," she says in heavily accented English.


We board with the other passengers, the two seats across from us empty when the train pulls out of the station. I toss our bags across, putting my feet up, staring out the window.


"Don't be mad," Sage says. "But if your friend has doubts, maybe we should talk to the vampires before we go to California."


Chapter 45: Visit With The Vampires