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 gasp a breath as the door to the cage opens. But not in fear. Viveca has given me a gift, scattered the child in me, driven her back.


The rest of the shielding around me breaks. The fool, he's bundled his protections around my magic into the seal on the door, failing to create a ward around me personally. So arrogant, forgetting he can no longer order me to do what he wants, the controls of the sorcery that created me, the dark magic of the Black Souls long gone. He's more a fool than I thought.


The girl in me whispers her disbelief while my wolf chuffs in satisfaction. The fear in my heart breaks at last, the child seeing the truth, the pathetic creature Andre is, preying on one so young and without the ability to fight back. She understands this is her chance, a chance she never had. And turns utterly savage.


Chapter 65: Escape