After growing up in England, I moved to the US in the 90s and now call California home. I have traveled to several parts of the world, but it was my voyages into the land where dreams lurk that inspired me to write my first novel, “Lucid”. It’s about dreams. The vivid kind. The frightening kind. The kind that feel just a little too…real. The kind of dreams that have you waking up in a panic, clinging white-knuckled to a sweat moistened bed sheet. And though you try to console yourself with the soothing notion that it was ‘only a dream’, the uncomfortable question lingers. Is it possible that maybe, just maybe…there was more to it than that?

I went to school in England, where I achieved nine GCSE's and three A Levels, including grade As in both English Language and English Literature.