"Fuck! Not you again," Raf moaned as the last person he wanted to see slid into the seat opposite his. "Who did I piss off this time?" It was Friday evening. The bar was busy and Skylar Payne invariably drew attention. Attention Raf neither wanted nor needed. He hadn’t seen Skylar in almost four …
Unfinished Thoughts
Musings about books, cats, writing, and the little annoyances without which life would be boring. I might also make you ditch your diet by reminiscing about my favourite recipes, which is part of my day job. Sort of.






