Watt, Kim M. M.: - Hello lovely people! I'm Kim, and I write funny, magical books that offer a little escape from the serious stuff in the world and leave you smiling. They're about tea-drinking dragons solving mysteries in sleepy Yorkshire villages, and baking-obsessed reapers setting up baby ghoul petting cafes, and ladies of a certain age joining the Apocalypse on their Vespas. They're about friendship, and loyalty, and lifting each other up, and will let you step outside of life as we know it for a little. Most of all, they'll remind you that life, and people (of all sorts of descriptions) can be very wonderful indeed. There are also snarky cats, because that's how cats are, and not even magical books can change that. But we love them anyway, right? Right. *Eyes the Little Furry Muse apprehensively.* Originally from New Zealand, I've lived and worked in various (usually warm) countries around Europe, the Pacific and the Caribbean. I've been writing since before I could do joined-up letters, and with any luck my stories have improved, even if my handwriting has actually become worse. Seriously, it's like secret code. I currently live in France with my very understanding SO and the Little Furry Muse (Layla), who inspires the ruder - sorry - more majestic cats in my stories. I read a lot, write a lot, and consume far too much tea and cake to be healthy. I'd love to hear from you with with your thoughts, comments, favourite cake recipes, story ideas (I take requests), or just to say hi!
Bribery. Corruption. Murder. Who said local politics were boring? Suspicious deaths on the Skipton city council don't sound as though they should have anything at all to do with the Toot Hansell Women's Institute, and DI Adams would rather like to keep it that way. But when the councillor for Toot H
A dragon is missing. A Beast stalks the Dales. And the hunters are coming ... DI Adams' missing person is a human, not a dragon. But the trails of both lead straight to the village of Eldmere, where glimpses of a mysterious Beast have drawn the attention of the nation's monster hunters. And where, o
Warring staff. Accidental poisonings. Topiary of dubious intent. Throw in the full complement of the Toot Hansell Women's Institute and dragons doing yoga on the terrace, and DI Adams is starting to wonder if she might have made a small misjudgement signing up for this particular spa weekend in the
A body. A theft. A good cause gone bad ... Miriam has never seen eye-to-eye with her sister. But when a body's dumped on the doorstep of a Women's Institute meeting and all signs point to Rainbow, Miriam knows her sister's being framed. Rainbow might be monumentally irritating, but she's no killer.