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.

Sibling Rivalry

I loved my sister with all my heart, but there were times like these when I hated her, too. I tried very hard not to allow the reality of being Syd’s little sister weigh on me, but it was so difficult when my entire life was about scrutiny, either from those who couldn’t wait for me to screw up, or from my family who watched with barely-concealed concern. Everyone waited for me to crack under the pressure.

The next person who compared anything I accomplished to what Syd would have done was going to perish in flame and agony.

Meira might sit on First Seat, but her initial four years as Ruler haven’t been as easy as she thought they’d be. Thanks to her father’s new policies, Meira’s power has been diverted away from Ruler and into the hands of her Second Seat and grandfather, Henemordonin, as well as the greedy and grasping court of Demonicon. Struggling to regain control while being constantly bullied and tormented, Meira faces a fresh concern—a cult of mysterious demons has risen in the outer planes, preaching love and peace, finding followers where no religion has ever succeeded before.

First Plane Trilogy

Monster starves, scuttling from a dark corner toward the scent of chocolate. She must feed. Two demons huddle in an 


alleyway, a bottle between them. They scatter, screaming in fear as Monster leaps on them, letting them go.


She doesn't want to hurt them. They are irrelevant. The bottle of nectar is almost empty, but there is enough-just 


enough-to send thrills of fire through her veins. The darkness swallows it, demands more, more, always more.


She goes in search of a larger source. Stomps through an underground nectar den, ripping apart furniture, sending demons 


scattering, tossed, broken dolls of flesh and bone while she crouches behind the counter of the run-down bar and opens 


the tap to the barrel of nectar, swallowing as much as she can as it coats her in the thick fluid.


Monster stumbles into the street, hurt turning her with a roar toward a group of demons attacking her with magic. She 


Chapter 55: Monster