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 feel dull and empty, suddenly, the ache of where my magic usually resides dead in my chest. Sage shakes his head, paws the ground, then his ear as though in distress. I comfort him with a quick hug, gasping my own loss.


"It's all right," I say out loud in the echoing quiet of the cavern, the dirt and stone floor cold under my knees, even through my jeans. I reach for his mind and come up blank. Sage licks his chops nervously, tail hitting me hard as he swings around then back to me. "I know, that's the point. This place suppresses magic." I look up at the perma-glow of the suspended witchlight overhead, smell the old taint of the demon who was trapped here, the magician and the vampire. "We need to stay a bit. I think they felt us cross."


Chapter 71: Cavern