You found me. And my first published novel. The HIVE…

It’s been a dream of mine since I was a small child to publish my own book. To commit daydreams to paper and discover the storyline – slowly, as it happened for me, each piece emerging in its own sweet time. The first seed sprouted from one dominant scene that burst into being while I was still at uni. And now its many brother and sister chapters are finally in print more than 20 years after that seed first took root. Strangely, in all that time the scene’s vibrancy never dulled nor the characters’ urgency ever faded.

Of course, during that time I found a career (with words), first in the regional newspaper game in Derbyshire and then in membership magazines in Cambridge. Yet all the while in the background was this. So thank you for being here with me and my humble contribution to the world of thrillers and science fiction. I hope you enjoy it.

In gratitude,

Carina

PS: the eagle-eyed who know me will recognise this is not my desk; it's missing the half-devoured bar of chocolate, the open bag of crisps and the slowly rotting fruit that I pretend I will eat... There's also the large glass of water that I will invariably knock all over my keyboard and across the stacks of paper that are always 'waiting to be filed'... (And no, I have not changed...!)