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

Yes, I was Chaos. Yes, I now knew I was this all powerful being who had been stuffed away, out of sight, at the beginning of Creation. Yes, I remained well aware the incredible, boundless and volatile energy I controlled-as it tried its best to control me back-meant I was one of the most powerful people in all of Creation.


But, you know what? I was still Samael's daughter, still sixteen, going on seventeen, in mortal realm years. And there were times, like right now, all I wanted was for my dad to hug me.


He did, tightly, with great love in his aura, filling the emotive field that was the outline of Chaos with all the joy he felt at seeing me again. I clung to him and did my best not to cry, though he'd never judge me for the few wet drops that stained the shoulder of his black t-shirt.


"My sweet Eve," he whispered into my messy curls. "I've missed you."


Chapter 37: Samael's Daughter