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

The next time I wake, I'm groggy and can't feel my legs. It takes me some time to come fully to, to allow my wolf to heal me while I fight my patience and the need to weep and scream my rage and frustration into the empty room.


Andre took his time, with Jean Marc watching from the corner. The first light of day shone through the bars before I passed out this round. The last thing I saw was a sharp blade penetrating my abdomen, driving me, finally, into the quiet of unconsciousness.


Tingling in my feet reassures me the damage he did to my spinal cord is being handled. I turn over on my side and cough blood into the straw, my body chill and shivering. My wolf can handle a lot, can heal a great deal, but the weaker I become, the harder it will be for her to save me. I rest a moment, forehead itchy from the coarse bedding, before leveraging myself painfully up into sitting position.


Chapter 85: Trapped