Category Archives: My books

Change of direction…

Think of a road, a straight one, like the ones in films, with one lonely car crossing the desert… Your way is clear for miles ahead. Life isn’t like that – we can turn corners and take the road less … Continue reading

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Spooky old house revisited…

Back in the nineties, I spent a week with a friend who had just moved to Biddenham. It’s a good area for a visit from Switzerland – Bedford just a hop down the road, and Cambridge and London less than … Continue reading

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An old book and some new/old friends…

I was in England over the weekend – a flying visit from Zürich Airport to London Luton, and it was my first-ever Easy Jet flight. I was pleasantly surprised – my knees didn’t touch the seat in front, there was … Continue reading

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Pictures of a story…

Most of my books have relatively vague locations. Somewhere in Yorkshire… a few miles from Newquay… between Glasgow and Edinburgh… Chosen Child, however, is set in lovely St Ives, and the main action in my newbie Death Wish takes place … Continue reading

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Publication Day!

It’s publication day for Death Wish, so we’ll be celebrating in N.E. Switzerland tonight! A big thank you to everyone in the Bloodhound Books team for their work with my book, and to all my friends – online and off … Continue reading

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If wishes were horses…

When I was a child, my greatest wish was to own a pony. Unfortunately, we lived in the middle of Glasgow, and a pony would have decimated the family finances anyway. I had to make do with a budgie, and … Continue reading

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Weather mixed…

Back in the day, a summer holiday postcard from friends or family was an almost daily occurrence. I remember my mother having a long row on the mantelpiece, and I would stand on tiptoe to see them all. Most were … Continue reading

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