When I was three, I learned to read. The book fodder back then was Peter and Jane, and to be honest, they were a tad on the boring side. Peter sees the ball; Jane runs – that sort of thing. No plot whatsoever. As I got better, I progressed to Enid Blyton and I was up and running, spending most of my childhood hanging out up The Magical Faraway Tree, with Moon Face and his ilk, or on an adventure with The Famous Five (the dog Timmy obviously being my favourite character). Then, by about the age of 11 or so, I was reading James Herbert’s The Fog (without my parents’ knowledge, obviously), and things took a distinctly darker turn.
Fast forward to now, and I have a love of psychological thrillers, both writing and reading them. This is driven by the fact I find psychology and other people’s behaviour totally fascinating. Rural North Yorkshire in the UK is the idyllic place to plot the horrible things my characters do to each other.
So far, I have written seven novels (including a trilogy), two novellas, and numerous short stories, and have no plans to stop. Instead, I intend to grow old disgracefully and never retire from writing if my brain allows.
For many years, I have run my own dog grooming business. I also worked professionally as a drummer and saxophonist, but now I play just for fun. Besides music and writing, I have a passion for plants too. If it’s green and has roots, I’ll nurture it. If it flowers, even better. Although I don’t really like cacti, especially the prickly kind.