The girl had been born with a flamboyant red curl on the top of her head, and so her father labelled her ‘Ginger’. The label quickly became a name, inscribed in royal-blue ink on her birth certificate, and maybe that was part of the problem. A problem that grew as she grew. Because Ginger was the name of a spice (or a cat) and not a woman’s name at all…
The jars of pickle were kept at the back of the cellar. Of course. They wouldn’t be conveniently positioned at the bottom of the stairs. That would be far too easy. I’d already heard the jokes about the ghost. The one nobody ever saw, but everyone had heard…
Standing in the corner of my grandma’s hallway in my disgrace, the stolen shortbread still melting on my tongue, I placed my hands on the walls, closed my eyes and saw Grandad.
My new book, a time-travelling romance, is off to a cracking start with a note from my lovely editor, Malcolm
Why you’ll never be able to perfect that recipe, no matter how hard you try…
“Just one question,” asked Mab. “Where will I be?” “You will be looking after my horse,” replied Lady Christina, briskly. “Now, Silas, are you ready?” She turned to the door. “Wait,” Mab said, momentarily confused. “The horse is staying here. Are you telling me I must stay here too?” “That is exactly what she’s saying,”…… Continue reading Alternative Fact #4 from ‘Blackwood’
There are hundreds of petitions from the villagers to the Lord of Blackwood (via his Castellan), begging him do something to make their village a safer place. The Castellan does not even pass many of them on.
In the 15th Century, Blackwood is plagued by faeries, as everyone who lives there knows. Everyone except the Lord of Blackwood, that is, who refuses to believe there is such a thing. This is the first of a series of petitions to the lord from his villagers.
With what has to be one of the most inspired titles ever, ‘The Diving Bell and the Butterfly’ is truly a book with a difference.
A young adult love story with the odd ghost and some very petulant curtains. Out now on Amazon.