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 was already flying back the short distance from our cell through the ornate lobby when I realized someone was chasing me.


"Go with the others," I shouted at Andre.


"No way," he said. "You were right. We need to work together."


I didn't have the time to argue with him as the big, ugly Uni statue swayed with another aboveground hit. Besides, I was happy Andre was there.


The doors blasted open under the pressure of my full body hit, without resistance. The moment I passed through into the room beyond, something small and hard struck my cheek, bouncing across the floor to land at Abigail's feet.


"Wyatt!" Abigail kicked the stone paperweight aside as she threw herself forward, hands over her mouth. "I'm so sorry!"


I hugged her, feeling better now she was safe with me. "Leave it to you to fight back."


She pulled away from me, panic on her face. "Edison!" His name emerged from her in a gasp. "Uni took your father!"


Chapter 39