It all started with a partridge in a pear tree... Mac's boyfried goes missing on Christmas Eve, right around the time some unearthly beautiful people turn up in town. Will she be able to find Tom in time before the Twelve Days of Christmas are up?
I have loved books ever since I was six years old, when I picked up a copy of LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY and found that I could read it on my own. Some decades later, I discovered that I could write books myself, and I have done so ever since. My preference is for stories that are set in other worlds, whether they are fantastical worlds full of magic or long-gone times and places; humour is a must, romance highly desirable, and a good mystery almost indispensable. At any given time, I have at least two books sitting beside my bed - usually more, sometimes MUCH more. When they start to encroach onto my sleeping space, they get moved back to bookshelves. The latter are found in nearly every room of my house (with the only exceptions being the bathroom, workshop and furnace room). Books are indespensable to my life, and have been for as long as I can think.