Monday, 25 April 2016


A great big thank you to the wonderful Gill McKnight for allowing me to post this on her blog. I didn’t have to threaten her or anything. She said she was “more than happy” to let me. Ah-may-zing!

So what do I have to tell you all about? Well, I was going to do one of those I-just-released-a-new-book-so-you-should-go-out-and-buy-it blogs, but the thought of that just made me go a bit…meh. You know what I mean? I mean, I’m English, I don’t really do the tough sell. I’m more a what-you-want-to-buy-my-book-are-you-sure kind of girl. But, someone decided to print it and told me to “suck it up” and start telling people about it.

So, I decided to do that in my own way, mostly because I don’t like being told what to do, but partly because that’s just the way I am.

The book is called Collide-O-Scope and it’s a murder mystery set on the North Norfolk Coast. During the course of writing this book I got so involved with the characters and their world that I wrote Newspaper articles about the murder and the subsequent investigation. Yes, it’s a little bit…OCD? OTT? Yeah, probably a bit—or a lot—of both of those. But I found that it helped me and it made my girlfriend laugh. So I thought it might make you laugh a bit too. After all, she isn’t as weird as me.


An unidentified woman is found murdered on the North Norfolk Coastal Path and newly promoted Detective Sergeant Kate Brannon and Kings Lynn’s CID have the task of figuring out whom, how, and why. A job that’s made more difficult when every one of the forty residents in the village has something to hide and answers her questions with a string of lies.

Georgina Temple has her own secrets to keep, and her own reasons to keep them. But her growing attraction to Kate makes it increasingly difficult to keep them.

Kate’s investigation into the woman’s death brings delves into the heart of the tiny fishing village where nothing and no one is quite what they seem.

If you’re interested in buying the book, you can do that here

If you’d like to read some of the other newspaper front pages that I created, you can do that here

Thursday, 11 February 2016

What's a Wallop?

What’s a Wallop?

Well, it’s an imaginary valley in the county of East Sussex in England. At the head of the valley is the small town of High Wallop, and below, the village of Lesser Wallop. I have been spending a lot
of time in the Wallops these past few months. I like it there.

What I mean is I like it when a world comes together in my imagination. All authors love this. Location is key. Some writers I know scour the internet for pictures of sweet little places they can decode into their own words. Me, I begin with the pub name, The Winded Whippet. Then I move on to the caf├ęs and restaurants, there’s The Potted Crab, and The White Pig. You see a theme, right? Exactly – places of interest for me when I visit somewhere new.

And now that I have two locations, High and Lesser Wallop, I need to be able to travel between them. I think I’ll mosey along lanes with high hedgerows past fields gently edged with idle streams.
Drowsy sheep live in these fields, with the occasional flash of rabbit’s tail and the lowing of a lonely cow. No, maybe not, delete the cow. And don’t get me started on the wildflowers, the oxeye daisies, the Solomon’s seal, dog rose, angelica -  I just love common botanical nomenclature.

Far past the hedgerows I can see the church steeple of St. Poe’s, and higher up the valley St. Dunstan’s rising over the rooftops. There’s a village green, with a pond and ducks. A bakery and a butcher’s shop where the town gossip works. She’ll be useful.
Which brings me to characters. Two women leads, obviously. One will be local, the other a blow-in.
Let’s give them a back history, I know – they can be exes. Built-in tension from the get go is always useful. Let’s give them friends, let’s give them family, jobs, cars, pets – dogs or cats?
Think of a plot. Make something happen. Write a book. Release it in May and...Welcome to the Wallops.

Next up on 13th Feb is Baxter Clare Trautman, find her at