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 tried to fight her. I had to fight her. And while the lassitude held my mortal body, Chaos still seemed free enough from the control Nemesis tried to hold over us.


   She forced strength into my limbs, pushing me upright, taking control of my body and lunged for Cadence. Even as Cadence reached out with a casual kind of lack of interest, and touched the tips of her fingers to my forehead.


   I'd forgotten the agony of the empathic field, of being able to not only sense but to absorb the feelings of others. I have no idea how she'd done it, but in that touch, Nemesis tore away the protections that Chaos had offered me, the reversal that her acquisition had allowed me. Gone was the ability I had to influence the emotions of others, to sense them and use them to my advantage. Instead the girl I was, the girl who suffered her entire life with the weight of the feelings of others pushing down on her, came back to haunt me.


Chapter 137: The Truth Of Her Betrayal