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 huddled alone in my room for the rest of the night, ignoring the occasional knock. Not like I was not in the mood to spend time with anyone. The headspace I was in, I was more likely to make further enemies of the people with whom I most wanted to be friends.


Not much changed by the time I dragged myself to breakfast, still feeling sorry for myself. The three-pack sat apart, whispering among themselves and smirking at the rest of us. I cared so little what they were saying I didn't even bother trying to listen in. As for the others, Elle continued to give me the cold shoulder while Tosh sat quiet, not like himself at all. Andre did his best to stir up some conversation, but soon fell silent, too.


Any minute now a big storm cloud would open up and drench the lot of us.


I tolerated my rounds of testing before lunch. When my father dismissed me, he sounded as grumpy as I felt.


"Attitude, Wyatt," he said as I slumped from the lab.


Chapter 25