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

The windows of the black bus were tinted so dark I couldn't see outside. But was it to protect us from prying eyes or to keep us from discovering the location of their little private play place? I didn't know, but leaned in the direction of door number two. Not much about the way we had been treated led me to believe the military had our best interests in mind.


It was a quiet ride. My favorite black-suited agents met us at the top of the elevator and packed us into the bus without a word before leaving us alone. I worried for a bit one of the three up front would try something, but was pleasantly surprised. Even Billy and company seemed subdued by the dark interior. There was even a sealed door between us and the driver. It was like being enclosed in a black tunnel with only a few lights to illuminate the space, triggering occasional motion sickness because of the sensory deprivation.


Chapter 29