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

They expected me to give in, I think. To just fold up at the loss of Dad, at the shock of finding out he no longer wore the Reaper's mantle, that he was gone and Kael, that most despised of Death's angels, now sat on the throne of the Reaper.


Lilith warned me. She said I'd set a precedent. And so it would seem. He thought he could take Dad's place, did he? So odd, this floating, calm feeling amid an ocean of rising violence so powerful I felt swept up in it with a smile on my face while Chaos...?


Yeah. Chaos freaked out. For me? For Dad? Maybe, possibly. Didn't matter, not when she cracked me open and poured herself out while Isis's faint smile of success turned to a terror so profound I actually laughed deep inside while Chaos took over completely. And I allowed her.


Chapter 68: Standing In Judgment