I live twice.
Once, here in 2017, where I've written a novel about a very modern girl. Who happens to work in the oldest profession. A girl who has to find a killer - before she's imprisoned for murder.
But I also live over 100 years ago. I inhabit the Golden Age of 1912-1914. The age of the Titanic. An age of elegance - and scandal.
Secrets and spies, hidden violence and terror. The last glorious sunset glow before World War One - when, as Sir Edward Grey put it "The lamps are going out all over Europe. We shall not see them lit again, in our lifetime."
Follow me into the darkness.