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 stood in the Crosspath, listening to the quiet, doing my best to stay focused despite the raging emotions simmering at the edges of my mind. Empathy made sense to me now. Being connected to the Loom had held me hostage, kept Chaos in check.


"You don't have to do this, Eve." Dad stood next to me, face creased in worry, though I know he was only being kind.


"Yes, I do." I stared at the place where the door to the Mist realm-it deserved to be named at last-had appeared to me but didn't call it, not yet. They were watching me. Inside the Loom, woven in to the past, present and future. All the Pantheons, even the ones time and mortals forgot. Waiting, breathless, for Chaos to destroy everything they'd built.


Chapter 31: The Mist Realm