My students often ask me what makes a good story.
“Throw a dead body in there,” I tell them.
It’s flippant, yes, but it’s also true. Nothing grabs a reader faster than the shock of something going terribly, irreversibly wrong.

Crime fiction has always been my home. I occasionally wander into other genres, but I always return, not just for the tension or the twist, but for the relationships, the characters, the tightly woven plotting. Even at its darkest, I find crime writing strangely reassuring. There’s comfort in the structure, in the questions it asks, in the way it so often demands that someone, eventually, tells the truth.

That’s what I aim for in my writing, too.

If you’ve met Vida Henrikson, you’ll know she’s the kind of character I like to come home to. Infinitely human, with a real heart, she finds herself working with DI Gabriel Slater, her opposite in every way, to explore the worst humanity has to offer.

Coming soon though latest standalone thriller, Witness, a story about what it means to speak up, and what it costs to be right when no one wants to believe you.

Whichever door you walk through first, I’m glad you’re here. Welcome.