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 can't." I take a step back from him, chest tight with fear. If I let myself become a full wolf, I'll be lost, an animal. He's not gone, I know that, but I'm different from him. I was born a werewolf, not created by this new means Belaisle and Rupe have concocted. I'll be gone, my humanity given to the wolf and I will never, ever, return.


Charlie, Sage sends, standing, shaking himself before fixing his green eyes on me. Says who?


Says... centuries of werelore. Says the Black Souls.


I cough, choke, try to breathe as anger and deep, echoing sadness bubble around inside me, aimed at the horrible sorcerers who enslaved my people, not just with their magic, but with the power of belief. Even now, standing here, I understand how deeply my people's loss of freedom runs, that we are far from the liberation I thought we won the day Syd loosed us from the power of the Black Souls.


Chapter 74: Old Preconceptions