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 ground beneath my feet heaved in the exact instant Chaos took me over. Mist drove forcefully outward to stabilize me while Dad's realm vibrated so powerfully I felt sure for a long, agonizing-and thrilling and furious and weeping-moment Undertown was about to fall into pieces around us.


Stars burst into light at my neckline, pouring sparks as they cascaded to my mist-covered feet, the storm that swirled over my messy curls leaping to defend me while I sent out my energy to feed Dad what he needed, not even sure if that was possible.


Dad staggered next to me, buffeted by the mist, pale face ghost white as the Grim Reaper persona flared into existence over his features in time with my turn to Chaos. The handsome late twenty-something man I adored transformed into a black clad skeleton, his jaw rattling together in time with the shaking, the normally pale, still sky of gray overhead foaming with an approaching storm, spinning into darkness.


Chapter 39: Chaos Unbound