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Fifteen psychological thrillers, a mix of standalones and the Rockpools and Erica Sands series. And a couple of novellas. Start with the latest, find the one you just read, or browse the lot, the choice is yours.
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British psychological thriller writer living on the wild Atlantic coast of northern Spain. Fifteen novels and counting, plus a Spanish wife, two kids, and a perpetually perplexed Labradoodle. We work from the basement.
Posts I keep pointing people at. New ones go up every couple of weeks; the rest of the archive is on Substack.
I've been lucky enough to have some of my books translated, into German, Czech, and possibly Russian (long story). But it's Spanish where they've done best. La Cala (the Spanish version of The Cove) is sitting at number 2 in the whole Amazon.es store, and a couple of weekends ago I was invited to go to Madrid to sign copies of Los niños de la casa del lago for our publisher HarperCollins Ibérica.
I've often found with writing that what appears first as a problem — some issue with the plot, or a mistake I've made with a timeline — can become a strength once recognised and properly addressed. The Lake House Children is the book I was afraid to talk about, because at its heart it's a story about reincarnation — a topic most of us instinctively recoil from as too woo-woo. Six months on, here's me trying to talk about it anyway.
A few years back I went out for croissants while my kids — five and three — were home with Maria. Or so I thought. Maria had actually gone for a run. By the time I got back twenty minutes later, both kids had packed suitcases. They were on the stairs. They were not pleased.
Carnival celebrations aren't really a thing in English-speaking cultures, but here in Spain — it's enormous. The day started early, dressing one child as a peasant, the other as a rock star. Two hundred children, six choreographed dances, a high street closed for the parade. I had no idea what was happening, and it was wonderful.
