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

Abigail hugged me, crying into my chest, when the general showed up. I ignored the activity around me, just wanting to hold her, amazed and grateful she was okay.


Andre sat there and watched us with a smile on his face, looking tired but very content. When Abigail turned to face him, she reached out and cupped his cheeks in her hands, emotion overtaking her as she kissed him.


He shrugged and looked away, not at anything specific, eyes lost.


"I just knew," he said. "There was something inside her that didn't want to let go, calling out to me." He raised his hands then dropped them in his lap again. "And to you, too, my friend." He sagged to one side, shaking his head. "Man, I'm beat."


Wanting to spare Abigail the approaching general, I left her with Andre and rose to greet him.


"I've learned some things," I said. "About my mother."


Chapter 41