
I have been a reader for as long as I can remember. Books were how I learned to escape — into other times, other places, other lives. I read everything: British history during the Wars of the Roses, mystery and thriller, true crime, epic fantasy, ghost stories. I read across genres for decades, and I wrote alongside my reading the whole time. There are bins of unfinished work in my house that my husband has loyally moved from city to city.
Eventually, I decided to write something I wanted to spend three books inside. Slow-burn, politically dangerous, atmospheric — the kind of fantasy I love to read most, and the kind I most wanted to write. So I started.
The Wrong Daughter is the first.