Rooted in folklore, forgotten history and the enduring power of place, my novels invite readers into worlds where the past is never truly at rest.

Raven of Root & Thorn
A Gothic Tale of Roots, Ravens and Ancient Curses
Deep runs the blood of Midwinter’s vine,
Bound to the earth by thorn and twine.
Amidst the roots and thorns of her ancestral home, Ivy Midwinter is bound by a curse that has trapped her bloodline for generations. The brambles claw at her path, and a Raven watches over her, a harbinger of truths Ivy cannot yet understand.
The land is alive, pulsing with an ancient hunger, its roots reaching for the heart of her past. It calls to her with a voice as old as time, luring her into a pact sealed in blood and bone, an oath her family could never break.
Raven of Root and Thorn is a haunting tale of ancestral ties, the pull of a restless curse, and the price of freedom. In this remote and unyielding corner of the countryside, Ivy must face the truth: some bonds are eternal, and some fates can only be embraced. To escape, she may have to surrender.

Remember to Love Me
A Story of Love, Time and the Bonds That Endure
When death comes suddenly, and grief sits thick, secrets hide, and ghosts remain.
After moving back to her ancestral home with her parents, April finds more than just her beloved grandmother waiting for her. For more than a century, the rural Suffolk house has been waiting, guarding its secrets.
Discovering a lost photograph of a mysterious young woman, fate draws April deep into her family’s history and the life of her great-great-grandmother, Annabelle.
Through visions, dreams, and Annabelle’s diary, April finds grief, secrets and family loyalties that stretch beyond even love’s limits.
Piecing together memories and her connection to the past, April must unfold the mystery of her family legacy and lay the ghosts to rest.

Mr Stoker and I
A Gothic Tale of Whitby, Fate and Forgotten Stories
The past is never truly gone. In Whitby, it waits to be found.
My name is Miss Lucy. Let me tell you my story. It is a tale of a father’s despair, one man’s ambition, in a place where morality and mortality waver.
It was the Summer of 1890 when theatre manager and writer Bram Stoker arrived in Whitby. After an arduous theatre tour, his stay was respite before returning to London. However, what he discovered enthralled and beguiled.
Mr Stoker and I met each dawn on the East Cliff in the shadow of Whitby Abbey. On a bench overlooking the sea, Bram soon became the confidant I had yearned for. So, in faith, I shared the events that tormented my youth and left me haunted.
And after that chance encounter, I will forever live within the pages of what became Bram Stoker’s masterpiece, for it was my story that inspired Dracula.

Daughters of the Oak
A Tale of Secrets, Sacrifice and Ancient Magic
Before Salem, there was Manningtree.
The Present: Something sinister lurks in quiet suburbia. A Paranormal Team investigate poltergeist activity terrorizing one family in the unassuming Essex town of Manningtree. As night falls, a nightmare awaits them; whatever the motive, it is personal.
The Past: England is rife with civil war. Life is cheap, and death trivial. Though, for the common man, another war rages. It spreads like wildfire, preying on the weak. God-fearing folk employ the skills of one man, the Witchfinder. His success speaks of a talent to seek out and rid the countryside of Witches, the Devil’s Whores.
Lies and persecution are never forgotten. Welcome to the nightmare. Welcome to Manningtree.

The Final Act of Mercy Dove
A Gothic Mystery of Memory, Loss and Redemption
Every story has an ending. Some refuse to stay buried when the curtain falls.
Mercy Dove is a woman haunted by her past and plagued by scandal. The affairs of Evesham Hall, Mercy’s infamous ancestral home, fill the broadsheets. But only society’s elite, the select few invited by her stepfather, truly know the depravity of the decaying manor.
Tired and eager for change, Mercy invites a new acquaintance to Evesham Hall, young Miss Violette. Her arrival provokes a shift within the walls, altering the status quo, and a much darker, more sinister shadow falls over the manor.
With childhood memories resurfacing and the ghosts of the past looming, Mercy must find the courage to confront her inner demons and conquer the darkness surrounding her. Can Mercy Dove emerge unscathed in her final act?
The scene is set, ready for a spine-tingling story to unfold, a Victorian gothic horror. Take a seat, the curtain is about to rise. Let us begin at the end.
The Ghosts of Hardacre Series
At the edge of the ancient Hardacre Priory stands an old oak tree, its roots entwined with generations of family history, folklore and long-buried secrets.
This gothic mystery trilogy follows Oliver Hardacre as he uncovers the stories hidden within the priory’s walls, only to discover that the past has a habit of reaching into the present. Book Three is currently in progress.

PRIORY
Book 1
Memories are like ghosts. They linger in doorways, whisper with the howling wind when lightning strikes. They are the dark phantoms of my youth. My mind buried my memories for good reason, and I spent forty years believing I could escape them.
Until with one phone call, I found myself in my childhood home: Hardacre Priory.
I knew from the first step through the door that it was all over. The forgotten events of 1979 leapt to the surface and screamed their truths. Everything I thought to be true was a lie.
Entering those halls was an open invitation… Not for me, but for every ill wish, vengeful thought, and dark deed that ever existed.

LORE
Book 2
Death is not an ending…
I faced the truth of my family history and my childhood trauma. But adjusting to this new reality meant writing the book I had done my best to avoid.
Once finished, I sat absorbed in the last line: Death is not an ending. This is certainly true with my ancestry. In death, all Hardacres return to the Priory. However, I awoke to a solitary existence.
Then Josie Scarfe arrived at the door, wanting answers. We were never friends as children, but now I cannot ignore our connection.
Returning the holy relic may have banished the evil, yet we have only just begun to unravel the ancient lore at the foundations of Hardacre Priory.