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 crouched next to her, shutting out my companions who watched with a mix of emotions I did my best to block out. Sometimes the empathic field that surrounded me gave me the kind of input I needed to read others. Once upon a time it had been the means of attack from the world around me, from my cruel and heartless brother, Kael, from the disappointment and disapproval of my sisters. Since Chaos woke, though, I saw it as a benefit-except when the ones I cared about most stood around me, the weight of what they felt pressing against me. Mind you, the field protected me now, instead reflecting their own emotions. Not a great thing in a fired up moment when everyone was on edge. But feeling them judging the small monster who came to her mistress with information worked up my own anger enough I let Chaos bump them into silence of the feels as well as the mouth.


   "Tell me what you know, Ghola," I said, as kindly as I could.


Chapter 74: Ghola