Today, in Paperback: Trees, Oh, the trees

Howdy happy bananas!

Today, the 29th of August, is a very cool day—because the paperback of AND THE TREES CREPT IN is out now! *falls over*

In summary:

  • this is a creepy story
  • maybe about ghosts
  • maybe about love
  • maybe about a creepy monster that is hidden in the trees
  • maybe those trees inch closer every day
  • there is kissing
  • there is loss
  • there is so much more


I am so proud of this little book. I hope you guys will pick up your own copy and dive in for a cosy Fall read, which is exactly what this book is perfect for. I’m giving away ONE copy (US and CA only) on my YouTube channel, where I’ve put together a little 30 Facts About Me video.

Happy paperback birthday, little book! Go, go, go!

Don’t forget: And The Trees Crept In is also available on Audible as an audiobook! 1 Credit only 🙂

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Thank you lovely readers for all your warmth, love and support. I adore you beyond words.





On Isolation

Today was wonderful.

I went to a lake surrounded by pines; I had some earl grey tea, I ate some lunch, and I wrote. I’m working to deadline now, which I couldn’t be happier about. THESE UNCLOSED FEW (TUF) will be with you guys in Fall of 2018 (by the way, it’s up on Goodreads, so why not add it to your TBR?). But right now, this book is still mine. I’m living in the world I’m building, spending time with my characters , and trying to figure out what the heck going on.

All part of the process.

Unlike my other books, TUF demands isolation. My characters are by themselves. There is no-one to help them, no-one to call. They are alone. And because of that, I’ve been shutting myself away. It’s something I need  to do. I don’t mean to be anti-social or hermitic, but I am. I’m not sorry. I’m on a journey.

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I’ve contemplated taking myself off the grid for a while. Renting a tiny house somewhere in some forest with no Wi-fi, no phones and no TV. At this point, the only thing stopping me is my cats! Maybe I’ll take them with me. *ponders*

I thought about buying a camper van and going off somewhere no one’s ever heard off. I thought of flying to the Swiss Alps. I considered everything from Finland to buying a storage crater and locking myself inside of it. But mostly, I daydreamed about a cabin lost in the woods with a stone fireplace and a fifty mile isolation zone surrounding it.

And honestly, aside from this book, I have no reason to want more isolation! I write in a cottage in the hills—it’s plenty isolated. So I have to imagine that it is simply one of those strange things my mind demands in relation to a new book. For example, I could only write at night when I wrote The Dead House. I needed lots of trees while penning And The Trees Crept In / The Creeper Man.

In seeking out this isolation, I even lived and worked in a tent in my garden. It was my sanctuary. I did it in winter and it was glorious. The winds and rain pummelled my tiny shelter every night and I felt completely alone with my characters. And most of the time I wasn’t even putting words on the computer. I was just lying on the floor, imagining. Yes, it was scary, yes it was lonely, and yes, it was cold. Luckily for me, when I got too uncomfortable, I just switched on my torch and ran back to the house for a cup of tea and a cuddle.

But what about true isolation—have any of us actually experienced it? I know I haven’t. And I’m craving it. Those alps, those dark undiscovered forests, those caves and those caverns—they are all so very appealing. I might have to take myself off to the antarctic, eh?

So, while I battle and journey and explore TUF and all the people within it (and the mountain they are stuck on—a very bad mountain I might add), I’ll continue my search for isolation.

And when all of this is done, I wonder who I’ll be.

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Today, at least, I got to lie in the grass, look at the sky and write by a lake. It felt really, really good.


So excited about this one, guys.

Dawn, out.

The Dead House: NAIDA is out in the UK!

I am so excited that this has finally happened! Ever since the sequel e-novella to The Dead House was released in the US, I’ve had a stream of questions from readers asking when it will be available in the UK. Well, now it is! Hooray!!

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If you’d like to read it (and I hope you do, since it answers a lot of questions!), then you can buy it here (and it’s only 99p! Come on, that’s a bargain!)


Enjoy reading, my happy bananas!



As you guys may have seen a little while ago, my newest book deal was announced in Publisher’s Weekly and I’m THRILLED that I finally get to share! I was sitting on the news for a little while, yearning to be able to tell you guys, because so many of you have written to ask what’s next. Well… here it is!

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THESE UNCLOSED FEW will be with you guys in 2018! I know, I know, it’s a while to wait, but this book is so epic and creepy and wonderful that I hope it’ll be worth it for you.

I actually started writing/conceptualising this book some time in 2015. It was going to be the book after THE DEAD HOUSE, but it was so big and complex that I simply wasn’t ready. Books take time to germinate, some more than others. And this one… this one needed thoughts. Deep ones.

Some things about THESE UNCLOSED FEW:

  1. The title might change (it happens!)
  2. This book is about girls
  3. Separated by centuries
  4. All connected to one terrible man
  5. And one haunted mill house on one very nasty mountain
  6. Plus there might be kissing between girls (my fave)

That’s pretty much all I can give you at the moment, but look out for more hints online, because I sneak in as many as I possibly can *grin*. Here’s one I posted today:

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Off to finish writing it now.



“All I have is my rage.”


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When Silla and her little sister, Nori, escape London and their abusive father, Aunt Cath’s country house feels like a safe haven. Leaving the smog and fear behind, the girls have the love and freedom they never had in their violent home. But slowly, ever so slowly, things begin to unravel.

Aunt Cath locks herself in the attic and spends day and night pacing; every day the surrounding forest inches slowly towards the house; a mysterious boy appears from the enclosing wood offering friendship, and Nori claims that a man watches them from the dark forest. A man with no eyes who creeps ever closer. . .



I am excited.

I am nervous.

I am thankful.