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 sit on a velvet-cushioned bench behind the throne at Castle Wilhelm, hands folded in my lap though I long to wring them out of my need to act. Sunny sits across from me, handsome Frank Hayle standing behind her, sympathy in his blue eyes as he smiles at me. Isabelle sits next to her queen, tense, but eager as the ruler of the Wilhelm clan turns to her tall, attractive counterpart lounging next to me beneath the stained glass window. Sebastian's dark curls shine in the light as he nods to Sunny.


"Clan DeWinter is at your service," he says to the queen before smiling at me with his charismatic flair turned on to maximum. "And at yours, Your Highness."


Everyone is calling me that, ever since Femke's little speech. I know it's a reinforcement of assurance. They need to feel they are doing the right thing, and the constant reminder is their way of shoring up their own courage. Though, in Sebastian's case, I know he's doing it to tease me because he can.


Chapter 90: Clan DeWinter At Your Service