Welcome to Robins End

Pippa Pembroke is thirty-seven, single mum of a son who still thinks towels pick themselves up off the floor, and fresh out of tolerance. Her job involves too much screentime, more hunched-over laptop hours than her spine can endure, and leaves her running mostly on caffeine and contempt. When her mother takes a dramatic tumble off a bird hide, Pippa finds herself back in Robins End—charmingly picturesque—to look after the crumbling family pub. Just for a few days. Obviously.

And then everything goes to hell. Her work follows her home in the form of Havoc—goth rockstar with a flair for dramatics who's suddenly besties with her bohemian mother. The pub is held together by spit, spite, and sticky tape. And then there’s Rupert Blackmore. Tall. Dark. Too good-looking for his own good. And, Pippa is increasingly sure—not entirely human.

So she does what any exhausted, overstimulated woman who’s watched too many seasons of The Vampire Diaries would do: she tests him. Watches him. Throws out challenges he can’t ignore. What she doesn’t expect is what happens when Rupert starts testing her right back. It’s more than she bargained for.

Pippa is about to find out why she’s felt out of place all her life—ready or not.

70s metal. British village madness. A slow burn so sharp it might kill you.

It’s Buffy meets Bridget Jones—with worse weather and better music.

Read it. Love it. And text me when you hit the kissing scene. Because oh my god.

From now on, the blog will include writing updates, unhinged behind-the-scenes-chaos, and sneak peeks of what's coming.

Grab a pint.

Bring wine.

Mind the moss.

Let's get feral.