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

   Candlelight sparkled in his eyes, pale flames reflecting back across the table between us, dancing briefly as a waiter in a fitted black apron and crisp, white shirt drifted by on soft feet. A luxurious napkin draped my lap, cool on the skin where my bare knees peeked out of the hem of my little black dress. For once my hair seemed to be behaving itself, at least for now, piled in a coil of shining curls thanks to my best friend's talent and stubborn refusal to let my messy mane win. I was even wearing lip gloss to tint my mouth from its normal pale, mascara, a bit of blush so my skin didn't seem quite so ghostly. My fingers brushed against the drop of diamond at my throat, the necklace a gift from my faithful advisor and clasped there by its platinum chain just a few minutes ago.


Chapter 103: Date Night