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 smell the tang of the dead deer's blood too late, my senses as dulled as my skills. How did I miss the fresh kill? It's a perfect lure for Sage in his state. This can't be happening. Why did I leave him alone? I lurch forward, already running for him, but it's too late. The big men have seen him, are reaching into the back of the truck, pulling out rifles.


I may have to teach them a lesson after all.


"You! Boy!" The one Dorothy called Jake points his shotgun at Sage, but my love ignores him. I can feel Sage's wolf straining against his physical form, wanting to manifest, to rip apart the carcass and feed on it. But Sage is stronger. I siphon him power to keep him stable, but I'm still ten feet from him and he's looking down the barrel of a gun.


Chapter 56: Hunted