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 took me a long time to pull myself, groaning, from the tile floor, even longer to help my brother, Nero, shake loose of his own lethargy, his big, blue eyes blinking slowly at me as though he had lost all thought and connection to his mind. When he finally shook off what Cadence's power had done to him, he remained groggy and slow, like me, though I had a feeling he didn't suffer the agony of endless emotion I did. I swayed at his side, clutching him while he clutched at me in return, a feeling of utter dejection and failure passing between us with such power I wasn't sure if it was me giving it to him or the other way around. Or, maybe, we were passing it like a beach ball of dread. Whatever the reason, it held us both in thrall for a long few minutes while the silent form of the young man I loved softly faded in the bed before us and the beeping of the machine he was hooked to called him with his slowing heartbeat to Undertown.


Chapter 138: Saving Chance