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

And then I was running, Mafdel's hand jerking me along beside her, flat out for the exit to the Crosspath. I grit my teeth against the thudding speed, the violence of the bounty hunter's grasp and gait, the way the sand rolled under my sneakers at this speed and made me stumble.


I felt them coming, the entire Pantheon rising against me, hurtling toward the doorway and my defeat. While I had little doubt Chaos was willing to stand against them, to roar her defiance and allow her storming fury to rain down upon them with lightning and hail and whatever the hurricane force winds we stirred up could carry, I wasn't sure it was the best use of our time and fading respectability. Who was I trying to kid? I'd lost all hope at gaining respect when I'd come out as Chaos.


Chapter 55: Fading Respectability