There is a quiet magic to the Cornish coast in the autumn, the bite of salt in the air, the roar of the Atlantic breaking against the granite cliffs, and the fragile way light lingers over the shingle long after the summer crowds have gone.
For the past several months, I have been poured entirely into a story set right in that wild, salt-washed landscape.
It’s called Waves That Break. (ATM)
At its heart, this book is about what happens after the unthinkable happens. It’s about Laura, a young...