I write and I'm neurotically obsessed about my craft. It moves me, in that same extreme way that you get excited as a young man. It heightens my emotions, keeps me awake at night and when I do eventually sleep, it bursts into my dreams and wakes me up. I'm fascinated by the politics of relationships, anything from the dynamics of children running wild in the playground, to the more perfidious aspects of adult liaisons. Especially the darkly illicit world of lovers, crooks, hypocrites and gossips.

Salt of Their Blood could never be described as light and romantic. But it is a powerful, modern love story. The other two titles in the trilogy are more genre specific. Both thrillers that explore relationships, dark, erotic, suspenseful and perfect reading for night owls.

I adore writing about strong women. Not the crude femme fatale's from a film noir. Or the licentious dancing-girl that used to extort a cry of lust and desire from older men with their lascivious contortions. They were both the symbolic incarnation of old world vice. The women I write about are much more subtle now, happy to achieve their often hidden purpose, by using beauty, charm, and most of all, sexual allure. She lies and coerces and tortures her lover in asymmetrical relationships, denying him confirmation of her affection. She drives him to the point of obsession and exhaustion so that he is incapable of making rational decisions. They twist and turn and make the weak man do what he wouldn't normally consider. Confused and ensnared in a bond of irresistible desire. The men get led, apparently willingly, into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations. A woman can make the wildest, most improbable suggestion seem so plausible. We often do what they suggest and it ends in ... infidelity, a robbery, or even an occasional murder or two.