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

Our war meeting finished, the others leave Syd and I alone for a moment, though by design or accident, I'm uncertain. My limbs tremble as she closes the distance between us, her face crumpling into hurt before she hugs me in fierce need.


Someone informed her of my captivity, that much is obvious. She doesn't whisper an apology or blame herself, but I know both run through her to the bottom of her soul. The Dumonts are witches, after all. But I can't allow her to shoulder a burden that's not hers.


"I'm here," I say softly in her ear, only for her hearing though the others have retreated far enough, backs to us, I know they can't discern my words. "And I'm safe." My arms tighten reflexively around her as she nods against my shoulder. "As for the rest, it will resolve itself someday, when the ones who hurt me have suffered sufficiently."


Syd leans back, wipes at tears on her cheeks with the shoulder of her t-shirt, blue eyes sad. "Can I watch?"


Chapter 91: A Pair of Crazy Women