I rub my nose against his neck, breathing in the scents of juniper, cedar, wood sage, and sea salt. A mix of the forest and the ocean, I...

“Good novels can bring readers a visceral sense of times and places unfamiliar to them.” Cress Taylor, Historical Novelist (protagonist,...

Cress listens to classical music. Max tries to avoid music. Although Cress can surprise you with unexpected choices when she needs to...

The radio comes on with Vaughan Williams’ The Lark Ascending. Warmth fills me as a solo violin sounds the opening notes. After a few...

“Elevenses. A favorite from my school days not usually indulged in these days. It’s a family tradition I mostly honor in the breach....

"With one hand, I grab the hot dog JL shoves under my nose, typing with the other, brushing stray poppy seeds off the keys. I’ve...

"I come by my mania for machines honestly. My dad was an RAF pilot, but after a couple of bad crashes invalided him out, he’d turned from...

UPDATE: April 21, 2021 When I published this blog on Monday, I didn’t realize that it was David Tennant’s birthday. A belated happy...

Monday morning doesn’t start well. “Oww,” I yell, startled as Dorothy attacks Thornfinn across my chest, managing to catch my wrist with...

Cress sees Max at a book signing. “Excuse me.” A deep British voice stops me mid-rise. The tall man I noticed earlier makes his way over...

“My cousin, Guy, and I were on our way to the Randolph Hotel to meet our grandmother for tea when this girl ran her bike into me.” I...

This is a picture taken from my front window in Chicago at the beginning of a snowstorm a few weeks ago. I could easily see my characters...

St. Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland. So the Irish have a good reason to celebrate. Maybe you do too, even if it's just the chance...

Better late than never! International Bagpipe Day was March 10. What does this have to do with anything? My own interest in polar...

In 2013, Max Grant, an emotionally damaged forty-year-old ex-MI6 operative, thinks he is finally ready for his own happily ever after,...

I didn’t always write romance. When I was a teenager, and much braver than I am now, I wrote poetry. Lots of poetry. Long poems, short...