About the Author​

My Novels

I am a romantic in life and in writing, what can I say? I love writing about love in all its varieties. My heroins are not based on me, of course, although there used to be a time when I was also a virginal waitress and I dreamt of a rugby/werewolf/vampire (I’m not discriminating) billionaire walking through my door to rescue me from the life of servitude. But their friends (the heroins’) are a bit based on my friends, Ethel, Myrna, Paolo, Andreas, Harry with the male pattern balding, and sometimes other people I met during my journeys around this beautiful planet, and I have journeyed around it quite a bit when on my ex-boyfriend’s yacht filled with flour in case his many friends descend and demand pancakes, but I elaborated about this a bit already.

I have so far written five books, but three of them, the Haggis MacBrawn series have been compiled into an “omnibus” which means a collection for those less versed in literary terms, so I am down to three again. Currently working on two VIPs in progress.

Here is where I feel I should dispense a bit of advice. Never spend money on editors, my dearests, when writing a book! That’s simply wasting money on hearing unpleasant things from people who don’t understand Art and Artists such as I. Probably not in the slightest romantic, especially Clive. Anyway, I now edit my books myself and I dare say I am outstanding at that, never a single rude remark ‘lol’.

My husband Gunther

Sometimes you make a little mistake in life and you are sentenced to eternity (or until his life insurance policy gets into effect) with a man who turned from an ex-professional fitness trainer into a professional eater of Prongles and lifter of Aldi Strong beer cans. As I mentioned, how was I to know that the bags of white powder on the many yachts of my previous boyfriend were “drugs?” Like any sane person, I assumed that it was simply flour – when a gaggle of friends descends upon your yacht, it is always good to have lots of flour at hand to prepare pancakes. But what descended was not friends but Colombian Maffia and/or police, they are difficult to tell apart when you’re being descended upon and thus very stressed out, and suddenly I found myself being rescued by Gunther as I held on to the suitcase containing between one and three million dollars (I didn’t have time to count, I barely had time to grab the random suitcase after I went through most of the others, so I would grab the right random one). So, as he held my hand that didn’t contain the suitcase and asked for my hand in marriage, it felt both awkward to refuse – manners cost nothing, as Sister Bernadette (who is dead and so I don’t need to write about her) would say – and also my other hand was occupied with the suitcase, as we were popping over to Switzerland which is where the Swiss bankers ask no questions as you toss a suitcase containing between one and three million dollars at them.

Anyway, as you can see, there isn’t much to say about the actual Gunther, except that he looks like Doc the Bounties Hunter, except for that unfortunate face, the tan, and having a job.

Lassie

Oh, my beloved Lassie, I left you for last, because you’re the best (wouldn’t the world be a better place if only Lassies were living in it? Although then I wouldn’t sell many books.) Lassie is my dog named Lassie after Lassie from the movie Lassie, but I have hidden motives, because during my research of Scotland Gareth called me his “wee lassie” and Gareth, I suspect you have lost my number, but if you are reading this, please send me a message through my contact form and I will immediately get back to you.

Love is the most beautiful thing in the world, as you know from reading my romantic novels, and I have loved and been loved, and I am now again, by my beloved Lassie. If I did not live in cognito I would paste here a picture of Lassie, but you can see almost what she looks like by giggling “Lassie” and then you will have a picture, except my Lassie is so much more gorgeous and also real and recognisable. Oh, my Lassie. I love you so much. I wish I could write a novel about you and one day I will.