I got a phone call from my mother at 11:50 last night. Naturally I assumed someone had died. Answered it with a cool calm I didn’t know I was capable of. (Would I have made an excellent hit woman? Alas, we’ll never know.) (Actually, I think I can guess. The answer is no.) But […]
A late night phone call (and a writing update) Read More »
I’ve had some mildly panicked emails lately so I thought I’d better check in – yep, still alive! Here’s little holiday story for your enjoyment. xx Charlie: What size shoe is your dad? Adam: Please don’t buy him more arch support thongs. Charlie: Really? But they have some great Christmas ones. Red with fluffy white
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I’m performing book necromancy. Totally a thing. Shhhh. You may have noticed that the Damned Girl books are no longer available. I’ve had nearly ten people ask me about this in the two (three?) years the series has been out of print, so clearly it’s a hot topic. Thank you to those of you who
What happened to the Damned Girl series? (aka The Resurrection of Nessa) Read More »
I mean, there’s not much else to say… Get your copy today! Want to try before you buy? I’ve got you covered! The first five chapters are here on the blog for you to devour at your pleasure. Read Chapter One here, then follow the links at the bottom for the other chapters. xx
Tall Drink of Slaughter is OUT NOW! Read More »
If you stroll around Dunkerton long enough, you’re bound to find a dead body. Ep 17: Like A Dunk To Water It was eight on a Friday morning and I was awake, which was bad enough. But already being at work? Absolute murder. Ha. That was a good one. Please look forward to me reusing
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In the 1920s the Dunkerton brown snake killed an average of nine people a year, making it one of the town’s most successful serial killers. – Ep 11: Dunk and Disorderly I started to get a little excited when I’d been at Mum’s house for two hours and Troy still hadn’t arrived. Sure, I was
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Family – the people who will identify your corpse. Or, if you’re unlucky, the people who’ll be responsible for it. – Ep 25: Dunk Mail My Crusty Caravan Romancer was but one in a long line of terrible men the South women had kissed, screwed, or married, and tonight I was going to have to
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Never trust first impressions. – Ep 8: Who’d Have Dunk It At the end of class, I noticed Lisa was dawdling, chewing her lip as she waited for me to pack my books in my bag. “What’s up?” I asked. “You okay?” “Can I ask you a favour?” I nodded, intrigued. We were at the
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When a strange man contacts you online, it pays to be cautious. At best he wants pictures of your feet. At worst he plans to kill you. – Ep 32: Dunky Business To: keelywiththetette From: Cash Khorsandi Subject: Job opportunity (podcast producer) Ms South, I’m not sure if you’re familiar with my podcast, Down in
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What, like I was meant to NOT buy this tea? (It’s delicious, FYI. Like hot cross buns in liquid form. But without weird soggy bread chunks.) I’m back from my mini holiday in the land of bad internet (aka my parents’ place), so if you’ve been waiting for a reply from me, this time
A mouthful of Baxter’s Buns (and a little writing/life update!) Read More »
