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

   It was Nero who stepped forward, who stood in silence and stared down the corridor a moment before turning to us. "Or," he said, "Isis simply took advantage of something that was already in motion."


   I didn't like the sound of that. It took me back to the old blame Eve days. "This isn't my fault," I said, hating the sullen sound of my voice while Chaos grumbled her own denial.


   Nero blanched visibly, regret rippling over his aura. "I didn't mean that, Eve. I swear." He shrugged then, tall, lean body that of a handsome, dark haired young man with the weight of Creation on his narrow shoulders. "I'm trying to figure this out, just as much as you are."


   I knew better than to overreact. Honestly, when did I start acting my age?


Chapter 112: The New Door