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 Crosspath felt threatening as I exited Life and headed for home, the emptiness of it somehow hiding assassins in shadows. Silly really, and an overreaction to hysteria, but Mafdel's deadliness took away any chance I had to laugh off the truth. If someone wanted my physical form dead, was I a goner?


Chaos lurched within, her rage fed by sorrow wrapped in good humor as she pushed mist against the empathic barrier that surrounded me. A kind of shielding, perhaps? Feeling a bit more secure though still freaked by the fact I was being targeted and that the entity inside me had about as much control as I did, I hurried without trying to look like I was scared across the carpet to my door.


Chapter 49: Safe At Home