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

There is a method to torture, the drawing out and elongation of time and agony, maximizing the amount of pain for a subject and the equal amount of pleasure for the torturer. Andre is, and always has been, a master. Even when I was a girl and he was much younger, he had a particular knack for inflicting torment. I was only a child, but he knew exactly how far he could push me and my tiny body, how much the wolf could heal, though he would test those limits over and over again.


It had been years since Andre had me in his grasp, years since I felt the misery of his attentions. And he'd grown even more skilled. The blades slid with feather precision under my skin, the sharp barbs between my toes penetrating past the knuckles and into firm muscle. Every cracked bone is strained in such a way my wolf can heal it within hours, each sliced piece of flesh already sealing when he starts on the next.


Chapter 84: Master Of Torture