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

Didi barely makes it out into the hall when she runs into Elian. His hands grasp her in the same sure grip Bo's did just a few minutes ago, though there's no tension or trembling, only kindness and a gentle squeeze before he releases her with a slow reluctance she can feel in her own body. Traitor hormones.


"Are you all right?" His concern resonates but she's not willing to dump on him just yet, not when her friends mean more to her-and should, fardle it-than this relative newcomer to her life. Mind you, she's barely known Bo longer than Elian, and the gunslinger the same. But they've been through fire and death and bole attacks together, never mind a space ride cut short by Elian's ridiculously horrific planet.


"Fine," she says, knowing her irritation rings in her voice, but enough said.


"I was coming to see you." He stands politely to one side, gestures as it seems is his way, for her to precede him. "I wanted to invite you to dinner. To talk privately."


Chapter 52: Traitor Hormones