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 would have marched into Egypt and probably made a mess, lost my will and my heart if it wasn't for Tulip being right there with me, one hand settling on my shoulder, turning me toward her before I could do something stupid. It was clear she wanted to talk. I stared up at her, breathing heavily, heart racing, hearing the thud of her hooves on the deep, green carpet as she shifted positions before me. My head ached from all the possibilities and my attempt to cling to the hard edges of my anger so I didn't crumble and turn into a creampuff before I had a chance to talk to Ra. It would be so much easier to go back to my throne room, to take on Chaos's persona and continue with the long line of monsters still waiting to greet me instead of marching for the Egyptian Pantheon to talk to someone who, it sounded like, couldn't care less if Creation fell apart because of me or not.


   Tulip didn't speak despite her aura's humming need to say something so I did it for her.


Chapter 89: Second Guesses