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

The large, private space behind my throne welcomed me into its cool dimness. The lights overhead brightened when I called on the power of Chaos to shed the black robe trimmed in misty silver threads with a life of their own. The stars from my neckline rose and filled in the ceiling, the storm sullenly circling among them as if disappointed I'd retreated from Chaos's full persona in favor of being Eve again.


I dropped onto the dark purple sofa I'd had installed. The plush fabric gave way, soft under my hands, firm but deep cushions a welcome change from the cold, rigid stone of my throne. As Seth approached I pulled my feet up under me, hugging my knees, chin resting there, a reflexive action though he didn't frighten me.


Chapter 34: Eve Again