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

This time, I don't step into the veil at all, but through the gap cleanly, as though Syd herself made the way. I feel my power drain from me as I do, the fire element in my soul feeding the cut in the veil. I know Syd said my wolf is tied to fire, and I wonder if this is the cost of having such power-losing it to the space between planes.


No matter, I'll pay it, no matter the price. I sag against Piers as we exit the other side, his strong hands holding me up. We're in a small grove of trees at the base of a hill and when I turn around to look, I see the faint flare of blue fire miles in the distance.


"Nice job," Piers says. "But we still have to hurry."


I turn and stagger toward the feeling of Sage, so powerful now. I had thought him strong when he touched me before, but I had no idea what strong was. What is he becoming, the man I love, that he has this much magic as a revenant?


Chapter 66: Lost To The Wolf