Though I’ve written HEAPS of original fiction under my real name, this is a little bit different. One day I might burst out of the shadows and reveal myself, but until then, you’ll just have to deal with the meagre morsels I offer you here.
BLOOD SPATTER (Ongoing)
Miho and Jazz, having established a nightclub and lounge in London, were enjoying their lives; each was the other’s family. But when Jazz disappears suddenly after the establishment of a passionate relationship with a regular, a distraught Miho is out to find her… no matter the cost… dun dun duuuun.
There are no sparkly vampires here, no shirtless werewolf teens in denim cut-offs (shudders) – this is grit: lacquered fingernails through skin, naked, teeth bared, guns blazing, knives sharpened, social and political entangling.