Category: Fiction


  • My Book: The Challenger

    My Book: The Challenger

    Kelowna is changing—and not for the better. When Sarah Randall-Jensen challenges a massive condo development threatening her small town, she makes herself an adversary of Mayor Mike Bowman, a seasoned political operator who profits from unchecked growth and protects his power at any cost. Determined to stop the forces reshaping her community, Sarah takes the…

  • Karma

    Karma

    The boat is swaying left and right, and I can feel nausea creeping up my throat. I lean over the edge of this large boat and empty my stomach into the waters of Georgian Bay. Dizzy from the motion, I almost slip over the aluminum railing, but hands grab my waist and pull me back…

  • The Inheritance Trap

    The Inheritance Trap

    Montreal, Quebec, April 2, 2025 One week after his funeral, Andre stood in a dark room, looking through a one-way mirror as his lawyer told his family he had given most of his fortune to charity. His estate lawyer, Nicole St. Germain, sat at the head of an antique boardroom table on the main floor…

  • Small Town Curse

    Small Town Curse

    Littletown, Ontario, July 2000 “Grandpa, Grandpa,” shrieked Julie as she bolted from her Dad’s sports car for their monthly Sunday lunch. Bobby Mitchell heard his eight-year-old granddaughter through the open living room window of his century home in the old part of Littletown. The summer sun warmed his legs as he sat in his favourite…

  • The Final Show

    The Final Show

    In August 1969, Andre Rochefort and the Freedom Riders performed on day three of the legendary Woodstock Pop Music Festival on Yasgur’s Farm in Bethel, New York. The band’s performance of their #1 hit song, ‘Live Free,’ energized over 400,000 young people to believe in their right to freedom. That performance was also the last…

  • Monica’s Bad Dream

    Monica’s Bad Dream

    I’m sitting in my car, an old Honda Civic, staring at room #6 in the Starlight Motel on the Vegas Strip. The car’s clock ticked past 11 pm, and I was late. My gaze was drawn to the car’s mirror, where I saw an unfamiliar, heavily made-up face. The guy said his name was Harold,…