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A New Chapter : Introducing West Shore Books

 



For some time now, I’ve found myself writing across two very different tides.

On one side, there are darker waters — crime, tension, fractured loyalties, the weight of secrets buried beneath the surface.

On the other, there are stories rooted in history, curiosity and childhood — adventures shaped by the coast, by community, and by the rich heritage of places like Saundersfoot.

As I prepare to publish a new children’s short story, it felt right to give those stories a home of their own.

So I’ve created West Shore Books.

West Shore Books will be the imprint for my children’s and educational titles — stories written for younger readers, families and schools. These are tales of exploration, local history, imagination and discovery. They may be gentler in tone, but they carry the same strong sense of place that runs through all my work.

The coastline still matters.
The past still matters.
Story still matters.

The difference is simply the audience.

My crime fiction will continue as before. Those books aren’t going anywhere. But children’s stories deserve their own identity — something parents and teachers can instantly recognise as thoughtful, safe and age-appropriate.

The lighthouse in the West Shore Books logo feels fitting. It represents guidance, curiosity and a sense of direction. It also anchors these stories where they belong — on the western edge of Wales, shaped by the sea and the lives built around it.

Creating a separate imprint isn’t about distance — it’s about clarity. It allows each strand of my writing to stand confidently in its own space, while still sharing the same foundations.

Different tides. Same shore. I’ll be publishing James and the Time Tunnel, a fully illustrated adventure for 4–5 year olds, very soon.

If you enjoy stories rooted in local history, written for young, curious minds, I’d love you to follow along. I’ll be sharing previews and updates over the coming weeks.

West Shore Books begins here.

I’m looking forward to sharing more very soon.

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