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.

Sibling Rivalry

I loved my sister with all my heart, but there were times like these when I hated her, too. I tried very hard not to allow the reality of being Syd’s little sister weigh on me, but it was so difficult when my entire life was about scrutiny, either from those who couldn’t wait for me to screw up, or from my family who watched with barely-concealed concern. Everyone waited for me to crack under the pressure.

The next person who compared anything I accomplished to what Syd would have done was going to perish in flame and agony.

Meira might sit on First Seat, but her initial four years as Ruler haven’t been as easy as she thought they’d be. Thanks to her father’s new policies, Meira’s power has been diverted away from Ruler and into the hands of her Second Seat and grandfather, Henemordonin, as well as the greedy and grasping court of Demonicon. Struggling to regain control while being constantly bullied and tormented, Meira faces a fresh concern—a cult of mysterious demons has risen in the outer planes, preaching love and peace, finding followers where no religion has ever succeeded before.

First Plane Trilogy

"He's not done," Sassafras spit, fur standing on end as I re-entered my quarters, Sequoia closing the door behind us. 


"There's only one reason he would create a second core of magic. He's after First Seat."


Of course he was. We knew that all along. But I never really believed he would succeed before. Now? The real fear he 


might actually depose me burned like bile in the back of my throat. I stood there in the middle of the room, hands 


tightly clasped to my chest, heart pounding so fast and so hard I was certain it would leap out of me and crash to the 


floor. It took everything in my power to hold still, to keep myself from flying apart into a million pieces, to force my 


chest to expand and contract, breathe in, breathe out. A tunnel of darkness closed in around the edges of my vision.


I had no time for a hysterical breakdown, but one was imminent and I didn't know if I could hold it at bay. Or if I 


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