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 shift as I hit the ground, welcoming my wereshape, the strength it gives me, the supportive embrace of my wolf. I can't cry or sob or crumble when I'm in this body. I'm strong when I'm a werewolf. The weakness of my human skin I leave behind as I race through the California hills after Sage.


He's easy to track, I know him so well, even if his scent wasn't so strong. His energy trails behind him like a flaring beacon. I cut off as much as I can from outside touch, muffling the feeling of him with my own power, though the Enforcers, I'm sure, will find us shortly. They have to. There's no way they can miss the pulse of what is happening to him.


And what is happening? I can't tell, he's too far beyond me though I'm gaining, from the feel of him ahead. He's struggling with something as his magic shivers and shifts, almost like his body did. The ground flies beneath my paws as I push myself harder than I ever have to reach him. To be with him when whatever is coming completes itself.


Chapter 68: Werewolf