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 glares at her reflection in the plasglass of her room, hands clenched into fists at her sides. The frothing, heavy dress looks ridiculous on her short, slight frame, the skirt big enough to hide the gunslinger if she so needed. It bells out around her feet, still clad in her big, black boots.


Lilas dressed her personally, though Didi doesn't know how the cyborg woman managed to squeeze, pinch and prod her into the idiotic pile of white satin and lace when it was the last thing Didi wanted. How old fashioned it seems, this wedding gown like she's only seen in holovids. But, when it came down to it, sweating and protesting in a piercing voice, Didi managed to keep her boots and the goggles that frame her small face and press her sleek bangs over her scowling forehead.


"Over my dead, broken and bleeding body." Lilas must have taken it as truth because that stupid, wretched smile she always wore just deepened. But Didi kept her things.


Chapter 64: Holy Matrimony