For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to write books. It may have had something to do with my obsession with reading.  Alternatively, it may have been due to my image of what an author’s life was like; alternating sips of champagne with jotting words down in a note pad, while reclining on my sun lounger by the pool. An image influenced no doubt by my love of Jackie Collins.

Real life interfered and I headed off in a totally different direction – into the world of science, becoming a pharmacist before joining the pharmaceutical industry. I did end up writing, but it was about disease and medicines. Not passion and romance.

Decades later though, I’m finally doing what I always wanted to do. Instead of a sun lounger by the pool I sit in a study, a computer replaces the note pad, and I sip from a mug of tea, not a glass of champagne -sadly I’m more productive that way. 

But I’m writing. And that I’ve found is the real joy.

When I’m not writing I can be found running (plodding), swimming, playing tennis, eating fish and chips, and trying to explain to my husband and sons why romance, in all its forms, is so important in life. They’ve yet to be convinced but I’m not giving up.