Hiding Behind The Couch Series


HIDING BEHIND THE COUCH is a series of novels and short stories about a group of nine friends - The Circle - who first met at school.
They've been described as the literary equivalent of 'Take That' - there's a character to suit everyone.
Why not dip into the story and see what you think?


I write character-driven stories, and I don't like to stick to one genre. Thus, you'll find mostly CONTEMPORARY FICTION with/without romance, a little SCI-FI FANTASY of the amateur quantum physics (time travel-ish) variety, and some HISTORICAL FICTION too, all with strong LGBTQ+ representation (i.e. it's about people, people).

Not Fiction

I'm a social scientist, interdisciplinary - identity politics, gender and sexuality, social/political psychology; ethnographer, deconstuctionist, discourse-analytical...free-floating, unapologetic in-betweeny.
It's my fence, and I'll sit on it if I like. (The personal is political.)

From My Blog

13th September, 2021

Friends, Romans, Influencers...why I'm done with you

What modern social media looks like to me.I am SO TIRED of social media.That's possibly not a surprise to anyone who knows me, as in actually knows me as opposed to being my 'friend' so...

3rd April, 2021

Review: Penumbra by Dan Ackerman

Penumbra is a clever novel and not what I was expecting based on the previous books by Dan Ackerman that I've read, which admittedly is not their full back catalogue, although I'm working on it. The...


Checking In

What Adam did, essentially, was rip the door off my closet, sling me over his shoulder and cart me off while I kicked and screamed blue murder. Not literally. I don't think I'd ever screamed in my life. In my old life, that is.

What a terrifying prospect it was, to leave the past behind, let go of my grief, my fear, the sanctuary of Elise, face up to my mother. I loved Adam, but I'd thought I loved Calvin and he'd left me; I'd loved James and he was gone. I wasn't strong enough. But I loved Adam. I wasn't strong enough.

So I ran, and Adam chased me, and he kept chasing until his patience finally gave out, and he delivered an ultimatum. Stop running or lose him, too.

I stopped running.