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.

Being super doesn't come with a training manual.

No.3 plucked me out of my wheelchair and securely strapped me into a three point harness before I could even think to fight, not that I could have struggled much. He ignored me and left me there, carrying my folded chair out with him. I gaped, unable to breathe or think, watching him exit and approach a white-coated man who turned when No.3 spoke to him.

I knew that scientist. "Dad!"

He glanced at me and I felt a shudder of cold drive through my stomach. It was like he didn't see me at all.

Sixteen-year-old Wyatt Simons has spent his entire life in a wheelchair, raised by his nanny Abigail since his scientist father wants nothing to do with him. That's why Wyatt is so shocked when his dad has him brought to his secret underground lab where Wyatt is exposed to a secret military experiment, one that transforms his body beyond all expectations. But physical changes can do nothing to erase the fact his father still treats him like he's in the way, or help find the dangerous saboteur undermining the project.

The Hercules Project

I sat with Andre and Tosh in near silence through dinner, trying to make sense of what happened with Simone. The few times I did lift my head and look at her, I dropped my gaze right away. Her smoldering looks were affecting my digestion. And my ability to swallow. And think. And not be a total idiot. My initial break from her seemed to have worn off and, once again, I felt the lure of her sudden attractiveness, though I couldn't shake the feeling she wanted to devour me.


I watched her saunter out, thin hips swaying, an invitation in her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder at me. It wasn't until I looked away I realized I wasn't the only one staring. I think Billy was having as much trouble with his attention span. Even young Tosh was wide-eyed, a bit of French fry falling from his slack lips. I was able to pull myself free of her magnetic grip only after she left the room.


Tosh sighed and finished his dinner, taking his tray and leaving us to ourselves.


Chapter 23