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.

Trash Heaven has been Didi Duke’s home for as long as she can remember. The dumping ground of the galaxy provides her with everything she’s ever needed or wanted. Except, maybe, the attention of her inventor father, always busy with his next creation. Good thing he’s passed on his talents to his sixteen-year-old daughter. With the company of her best friend—the cyborg crow, Pip—Didi is happy to scour her territory for treasures discarded as trash. But, when an evil Underlord kidnaps her father, Didi can no longer hide herself away in the garbage. Her plan to resurrect a retired cyborg gunslinger and rescue her dad leads her into danger and the heart of the rotting planet—Trash City. She’ll figure out the rest of her plan—eventually.

Didi and the Gunslinger

The landers come back into view from behind their cloud of dust while Pip decides it's the perfect time to harangue her for the usual.


"This is a foolish, foolish idea." His cyborg servos whir in his agitation, one mechanical eye glowing red far within as he glares at her, beak clattering together. "We have no clue what luring our big friends will mean or if your gadget even works."


"Stop complaining," she mutters at him. "GS says they're coming, so they're coming. Besides, it's too late now, you stupid bird."


He chuffs in frustration and pecks the strap of her goggles. "I spoke up several times-"


Didi turns her head and grasps him firmly in one hand before he can go on. Pip squawks at her loudly enough she winces and feels badly for possibly hurting him. But her grip on his leg doesn't loosen as she stares him down behind the glass of her goggles.


Chapter 37: Target In Sight