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.

CLONE THREE: BOOK ONE
The fate of the world lies in the hands of a clone who can't remember anything...
 
"Clone Three." The old man's voice is a softly echoing sound, volume and pitch altering as he speaks, as if over a great distance. "Pay attention, dear. Final instructions." 

Is he talking to me? He must be. His holographic eyes seem to be meeting mine, he looks at me with great expectation. And yet as I lie here and begin to regain sensation and control, I realize I not only have no idea where I am, what I'm doing here. 

I haven't a clue who I am. 
 
Clone Three wakes in a decaying city she is sure doesn't match the one she came from. If only she could remember. She has a purpose at least--she must find her fellow clones and the statue whose image is embedded in her mind. But she is lost, surrounded by a dead and crumbling metropolis, fought over by those who have been altered by the illness that has ravaged humankind, turning survivors into strange and terrible new forms. She must risk everything, including the safety of those who try to help her, in order to fulfill her task. But is she this crumbling world's salvation... or the source of its downfall?
 
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Clone Chronicles

I'm suddenly wide awake, my hand reaching out to grab Beckett as he bends over me.


"It's time." He backs off, pulling free and I let him go. I gently shake Poppy's shoulder to wake her, but it takes some doing. She looks up at me, bleary eyed, scrubbing at her face with her little hands.


The others are stirring, even the puppies. Poppy feeds them the last can of food from the bag while Nico glares. I don't care even a little for my empty stomach. There will be more to eat soon. I block Nico's view of Poppy and the babies with my own body, staring down the angry girl. She turns away at last, and I know in my heart her cowardice will hurt us if we're not careful.


There is a short argument when Beckett tries to leave Poppy and Dauphine.


"You need me," Dauphine snaps at him. "I can make it quite nicely, thank you."


"Me too." Poppy coughs softly, clinging to my hand, the puppies wriggling in the sling around her neck.


Chapter 24: Storehouse