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 reacted too late. Reached the mouth of the tunnel too late. Saw them there, two standing, one crumpled to the earth, too late. I dove forward, body an arrow of vengeance, not pausing to think or consider as I blasted myself into Uni and drove him straight through the solid rock of the entry, through the tunnel and up into the open air. The clatter of the handgun he used to shoot my oldest friend was as loud as a cannon shot as it hit the ground.


Still holding Uni firmly in my hands, I flew us up into the training ground, dive-bombing the dirt in an effort to stay one step ahead of him. I ignored the open-mouthed stares of the general's soldiers and the attempts to take me down by the large group of black suits fighting to hold the bunker.


Chapter 40