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 knew it was him. I didn't need to see the face behind the crushed faceplate, the body under the leather jacket now twisted in an unnatural and fatal position. The SUV managed to skid sideways to a stop and I reacted without thinking, the power of Chaos deflecting an oncoming car before it could hit me and carry me away.


From Adam. Bleeding, twitching on the ground in the flare of red taillights and the flash of headlights. The sound of screeching tires echoed back through the misting night to the distant wail of an approaching siren.


The instant of his death froze in place, my brother raising one hand, holding the mortal realm in quiet while the soul of Adam Worth rose from his crushed, crumpled body, simple t-shirt and jeans the accoutrements of his Death, and stood over himself, a dazed, soft expression on his face.


Chapter 51: The Death Of Adam