Have you ever read a book that had you arguing with the characters? One where you can't stop yourself giving them advice? Not long ago I read a story that had me telling – or, much to my family's bemusement, shouting out loud – my opinion at the poor people in the pages. I even had to put the book down a couple of times because I'd reacted so strongly to it; stomping off in a huff until I'd calmed down and could start reading again.
I’ve been writing seriously for about 14 years but I’ve been making up stories for as long as I can remember. As a little kid they were about families of talking rabbits and sheep. Later, I created complicated stories in which I married David Cassidy and we lived long, happy lives with our dozen children.
Or maybe it was Donny Osmond, I honestly can’t remember!
For a long time I felt odd because male/male has always been my choice to read. Even as a teenager, my fantasises were always about two gorgeous boys falling in love – usually with me being lucky enough to watch when it got steamy.