A Date for Geoffrey

Marcus sat on the edge of the bed and stretched his arms. He enjoyed a shudder that rippled through his shoulders. His body slumped, and his girlfriend emitted a grunt, turned over, and returned to her sleep.  On the opposite pavement he saw the woman from number thirty-two taking her two miniature elephants for aContinue reading “A Date for Geoffrey”

Hope Island

PitchAfter one hundred years society has emerged from three major disasters and Hope Island is a rural utopia. But greed, love, suspicion and desire still exist and for four young people life is complicated. BackgroundThis novel grew from speculation in the summer of 2019 that a viral pandemic was imminent, that the western antarctic iceContinue reading “Hope Island”

Life After Alison

PitchAlison dies leaving her husband, two young children, an estranged mother and her best friend to sort out their lives, but she never truly leaves. BackgroundThis is based on a thought that has been with me since I was a teenager and that I’ve never resolved and never will – what happens after we die?Continue reading “Life After Alison”

The Act of Falling

PitchFour students meet in the first few weeks of a new university year. Chance and friendship bring them together. Within a year two had fallen in love, one had fallen from a cliff and one had fallen from grace. BackgroundI wanted to set myself a personal challenge with my second novel. I chose a castContinue reading “The Act of Falling”

White Lies and Black Sheep

PitchRachel is eighteen and falls pregnant. It might be her boyfriends child or his father’s. When the father is found drowned, Rachel fears she is guilty of murder. She runs away from her childhood home and only returns as a 36 woman to learn the full story. BackgroundNot my first novel, but the first oneContinue reading “White Lies and Black Sheep”

Miss Chatham

They walk together in the parkat three fifteen each day.Miss Chatham and Euphorbiaquietly make their way.One loved in life, one never held,both showing time’s decay Some note quietly, as they pass,this singular mismatched pair.The lady clothed in Sunday bestand her friend’s wild wispy hair.Both alone, but twinned for life,Miss Chatham and her teddy bear.

For Adoption

She holds a distant memoryof when a heartbeat matched her own.A summer secret locked inside,a child barely known. A small, now faded picture holds,a truth in grey and white.A daughter held for one short day,one silent tear-torn night. To give a life, to hold a lifeto bear but never see,the future that the world might hold,for theContinue reading “For Adoption”