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 tell Tallah everything I can remember, doing my best to order my thoughts, wandering from time to time, though Sage is wonderful at bringing me back. So much has happened in the last week, I can barely believe it's only been such a short stretch.


When I touch on the Rupe sighting and my worries about the Brotherhood, Tallah mirrors my concern.


"We've been careful as a council to watch for any appearances of the Brotherhood and Belaisle," she says, leaning toward me, coffee long cold and forgotten by her elbow. "I'll be very disappointed in myself if we've missed their return."


"Considering their slippery nature," I say, "it's hardly your fault, Tallah."


She just shakes her head. "Have you seen Liander himself?"


It's my turn to for denial. "Just Rupe," I say. "Though there are sorcerers at work here, that much is obvious." Isabelle's problems with tracking Sage tell me that much.


Chapter 59: Mental Leaps