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 perked immediately and stood from my throne, heading for the privacy of the room behind my throne. The disappointment of the creatures left waiting was palpable and I had a further instant of regret over leaving them hanging yet again. But the appearance of Destiny meant maybe I'd be learning things that could help me understand what was happening.


She bounced toward me, a bundle of happiness and light, her dark, shining curls falling over the shoulders of her lovely little dress. Destiny spun, showing me her pretty pink ribbon holding back the front of her hair, the way her hem flared when she turned, the shining darkness of her patent leather shoes. I caught myself grinning and hugged her while she embraced me back, small arms winding around my neck, red bow lips pressing firmly to my cheek. She blew a raspberry, eyes dancing with mischief before she released me and spun away again.


Chapter 50: Destiny