About me

I grew up in Northern Ireland during The Troubles. My darkest early memories are of scratchy jumpers like the one in the photograph. Knitted in coarse Aran wool, I was forced to wear them and itched my way through childhood.

After graduating in English Literature from university in Belfast, I packed my belongings into the back of my boyfriend’s embarrassing bright red Ford Capri and headed to London. I had no real plan, just a heady belief that things would work out.

Thankfully they did. I landed a job with Harvey Nichols (I know - from bombs to Balenciaga!) where I began an eventful career in retail management. I then moved into leadership training and coaching and relished every minute.

Yet I always had dreams of one day writing full time. I finally took the plunge and trained in magazine journalism. I also signed up for creative writing classes, set up a blog and joined a writing group. I’ve never looked back. My days are now spent writing historical / women’s fiction.

I live with my husband, he of the red Capri fame, close to the beautiful, windswept beaches of Northumberland.

As if that isn’t inspiration enough, I am also drawn to remote, rugged islands. I’ve explored Shetland, the Outer Hebrides and even Greenland. My favourite summer holiday spot is the Westfjords of Iceland. It’s 66 degrees north, on the edge of the Arctic Circle, so no bikini required!