Hello!
I write stories . . . and if you’ve found your way here, I guess you must read stories.
Writing is always a challenge – and I think reading is too. It is an act of creation, to be a reader. And your creation is utterly original. A story invites us both to take a journey.
So come on, let’s go . . .
September 16, 2020
How are you doing?! Sometime back in March, my creative brain went into lockdown along with the rest of the world. I parked 50k words of a novel I just couldn’t face writing anymore, and took up garde …
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March 25, 2020
OK . . . So I feel like I’m living in one of my own books. (And I do not like it.) Sending a great big virtual hug to everyone at this strange and scary time, and hoping you all stay as safe as you po …
find out moreSixty years after a virus has wiped out almost all the men on the planet, the female population has grieved, pulled together and moved on, and life really is pretty good - if you’re a girl. It’s not so great if you’re a boy, but fourteen-year-old River wouldn’t know that. Until she met Mason, she thought they were basically extinct.
One minute sixteen-year-old Ruby Morris is having her first proper snog with Caspar McCloud in a hot tub, and the next she’s being bundled inside the house, dripping wet, cold and in her underwear. Not cool.
As she and Caspar shiver in the kitchen, it starts to rain. They turn on the radio to hear panicked voices – ‘It’s in the rain . . . it’s in the rain . . . '
THE END OF THE WORLD WAS JUST THE BEGINNING . . .
In this sequel to The Rain Ruby's fight for survival continues in a world where water is deadly.
"I'll tell you a weird thing about apocalypses - a thing I didn't even know until I was in one: they seem pretty bad, don't they?
Well, take it from me: they can always get worse . . ."
