Team Seas is aiming to raise $30 million by the end of the year to help reduce plastic waste in the ocean. For very $1 donated, one pound...

Below is an excerpt from Risking Honesty in which Lowenna is talking to Karnoss about how she is continuing to struggle to come to terms...

Risking Honesty was released on Friday! I can’t tell you how excited I am to have published my third novel. Risking Honesty continues the...

Risking Honesty is going to be published on 10th September. Less than two weeks to go! In anticipation, here is a deleted scene, an...

The other day, I found an old notebook with the first chapter of Risking Honesty written in pencil. Sometimes the blank page at the...

I've finally been able to reveal the cover for Risking Honesty, book 3 in the Ethra Born series! This has been a few months in the...

10th September. Ethra Born 3. The next instalment in the acclaimed fantasy series. A decade has passed since the events of Strengthening...

I’d been ready for five minutes, waiting inside by the front door, coat on, bag in hand. I didn’t like to be late. I didn’t want to keep...

TRIGGER WARNING: This fictional story contains body image and gender identity issues. It also contains acceptance and hugging. I stand in...

The noise in the restaurant swirls around me but there seems to be a bubble of silence around our table. Mum and Dad sit opposite me, he...

We sit around the campfire. The spring sunshine is warm against my back but the northerly wind is chill as it swirls the smoke around and...

April I push the wheelbarrow down the hill, through the gate and along the path to my allotment, my allocated piece of land. The soil is...

I tug on my wetsuit. There are a few people left on the beach but the main crowds have gone home. The sun is settling towards the western...

At first, I thought it was a log, or perhaps a dog, gliding across the pond in the low evening light. It was over a metre long, chunky...

I walk into the town hall. The lights are bright, shining out into the cool darkness of the spring evening. There are only a few people...

A fictional story written in response to new legislation which prohibits trawling close inshore along a section of the coast in southern...

I soar on broad wings over the forest. Far below, the tops of the trees move to the same wind which ruffles my feathers and lifts me high...

I zip up my coat and open the back door. I close the door quietly behind me so as not to wake the rest of the household. The full moon...

I stand on the edge of the cliff and pull the collar of my coat up around my neck as it starts to drizzle. The wind is blowing hard...

I sit in the tree, my claws gripping the soft bark of the branch. My tufted ears twitch, monitoring the sounds in the woods. The tip of...