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

   While that sounded horribly Angel-like and all doom and gloom, it also didn't quite match the vision I was seeing. The very one that failed me as the mist retreated and came home to me once more while the others drifted to the center of the Crosspath and collapsed almost as if by mutual decision on the sofas resting there. I joined them, Delilah perched on my knee, acutely aware I was still dressed for dinner with bare feet and more than a little cleavage showing. But no one seemed to care, and when Adam settled next to me, thigh against mine, I exhaled my anxiety away and let myself focus on the task at hand.


   "If what the Angels believe is true," Tulip said, folding her long legs beneath her, settling to the floor with her tail swishing over one flank, "then Eve's vision is... what?"


Chapter 113: Partially Right