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.

What if Death fell in love with Life and they had a daughter…?

Life or Death
The old man’s body arched, his eyes flying open, a moan escaping his lips while the heart rate monitor speeded before settling into a strong, healthy rhythm. I jerked my hand back, weight in my chest as the mist dissipated and left me to stare at the body in the bed.
While Nero’s hand grasped my arm and pulled me forcefully away, I knew the truth. The old man’s eyes fluttered, opened. And he smiled at me. Alive. Healthy. Full of Life when his fate was Death.
No. Not again.

Her unique parentage ensures Eve isn't like her angel siblings. She brings Death at the beginning of Life and Life to those meant to die. Her continuing failures create constant disaster for her parents and the mortals she tries so hard to serve. But when Eve accidentally interferes with the Loom of Creation, she sets off a chain of events that leads her to finally understand who she really is.

Eternal Daughter

I gaped at him a long moment, long enough for his friends to stare and start to laugh while he gave me a lopsided grin. There was enough curiosity in him it tempered the arrogance I felt from his aura. Not my Adam, this young man with the cocky attitude and the way he looked me up and down. A stranger. Who didn't remember me.


"Sorry," I muttered, backing away, knowing I looked like an awkward loser in a sundress and bare feet and not caring. "I thought you were someone else."


He tossed the ball from one hand to the other. "What's your name?"


"Eve." I shared without thinking and flinched when he laughed, his friends, too.


"No kidding," he said. "I'm Adam. Where's your apple, Eve?"


They weren't laughing because it was funny. They were teasing me. And it hurt.


Chapter 29: Not My Adam