Explore my 1920s comedy of manners, Highland Pursuits – a saucy, romantic romp.
1920s debutante Lady Ophelia Finchingfield is banished to wildest Scotland to come to her senses, having refused a marriage proposal from the Earl of Woldershire. In the care of her eccentric grandmother, Ophelia is soon caught between rugged widower Hamish and the villainous Comte de Montefiore.
She’s ready to play with fire, but will she burn more than her fingers?
Inspired by the work of Nancy Mitford, PG Wodehouse and Stella Gibbons.
My Gentlemen’s Club, set in Victorian London, explores the lure of the sensuous, entering a realm of elegant debauchery.
Take your seat. The curtain is rising.
An erotic novella set in London, 1898.
The next instalment, Italian Sonata, is currently under the pen.
18+ only – due to sexual explicitness.
Baby Love is my latest release, a bittersweet comedy.
Valentine’s Day is approaching and heavily pregnant Delphine should be anticipating the customary candlelit curry, and some cozy canoodling. However, her rat-fink husband has packed his bags and abandoned her for the charms of their sexy neighbour, leaving Delphine struggling to cope.
Juliet and Suzanne, Delphine’s sisters, insist that the best remedy for a broken heart is a healthy dose of pampering: cue a spa break, where there’s more in store for Delphine than a hot stone massage and a spell in the jacuzzi.
Black humour and blacker hearts: a blend of horror and eroticism.
Whispered from the edges, tales of sex and death, ambition, jealousy, lust and greed.
We are behind the door, in the corners,
In the room where you’ve just extinguished the light.
We flicker in the shadow you cast on the wall.
We are the prickle on the back of your neck.
Curled, in words unspoken,
We are the shiver on your uneasy flesh,
The creep of the unknown on your skin.
Can you feel us?
Here, at the edges.
We see what you cannot.
We are not alone, and nor are you.
Crook your finger;
we’ll come closer.
Pull the covers tighter to your chin;
in beside you we’ll creep.
‘We all struggle. We all desire.’
When the Northmen’s ship is brought ashore in a storm, Elswyth is faced with the prowess of Eirik: a giant of a man who lets nothing stand in his way.
Elswyth struggles to remain independent, but cannot deny her sexual attraction and, ultimately, the satisfaction she finds in Eirik’s bed.
Can Eirik offer her more, and what dark secrets await Elswyth, if she returns with the Northmen to their distant lands?