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

Not much to be done once Destiny-sorry, Time-disappeared behind her new door, the hourglass's slow but inevitable fall of sand making me anxious the longer I looked at it. Irresistible, that constant movement of bits of gold, the soft hiss of their motion only discernable as I leaned in and pressed my ear close to the glass. Mesmerized, lost in the feeling of Time literally moving past me as those particles made their journey through the tapered center, I found myself staring at it for far too long, knowing I had to act but unable to tear my gaze from the steady trickle of particles from the full upper glass into the empty vessel beneath. Sure, it looked like lots of material still had to make its way below and yet.


Amazing how fast it accumulated in a tiny mountain on the bottom when one understood Time was running out before your very eyes.


Chapter 158: Time's New Door