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 spin on Piers, terror taking hold. "What is she talking about?" I grasp at his arm, almost causing us to go off the side of the road. Piers swears softly and shoves me away while Sage growls in the back seat, anxiety rising with mine.


"Leave off, Charlotte." My sorcerer friend's face is grim.


"You know what she means." I sink back into my seat, fear clawing at my insides like my wolf trying to escape. "Tell me." He's quiet, so quiet. I hit him with all my strength, my human strength, and he shouts in pain.


"Stop it!" He glares at me. "Just stop it."


Piers shakes his head, running one hand in a shaking gesture over his hair. "I'm sorry," he says. "I tried to keep it from you. There's nothing you can do, not if you want to save Sage."


"Tell me." For the third time I order him, this one in a whisper.


Piers draws a trembling breath. "Your grandfather is in prison. Awaiting execution."


Chapter 67: Awaiting Execution