Needle Point follows Cameron McGill's mission to uncover why her sister, who never touched drugs, was fished from a canal with needle marks all down her arm. Tearing through Amsterdam on her Harley-Davidson, Cam encounters radical squatters, evasive drug agencies and a particularly alluring policewoman. But it's hard to know who to trust in a quest that could claim her life as gruesomely as it took her sister's.
You might say that I've led a chequered life.
When I was born, just towards the end of the Second World War (yes that long ago!), no-one could have predicted the changes that were to shape our lives in the last part of the 20th century. Equally no-one could have predicted the route my own life would take as we reached the Millenium
Disappointingly, I was born a boy but decided to make the best of it anyway. I had a quiet childhood, living above my parents fruit and flower shop and eating spoiled fruit. When I was twelve, we moved to a smallholding on the edge of a crumbling cliff, near the sea, where I spent many hours walking with my mother on the beautiful, windswept sands.
I left home at 20 and joined a big chain store in Harrogate, measuring men's inside legs and slicing bacon (though not at the same time). But eventually I realised that there had to be more to life than this and I married, began a small printing business and started a family - in that order. And over the next twenty years the business grew to employ 140 people and the children into two of the most wonderful people I know.
But throughout that time, the pleasure and fulfilment of my life was matched by the fear of the gender problems lurking around every corner ready to ambush me. So in 1980, driven by a fear of who I really might be, and the worry of upsetting the lives of those around me, I took up running. First marathons, then, within 5 years, ultra distance races of anything up to 140 miles in one go, and training up to 180 miles a week. My athletic 'career' and my flight from my problems culminated in the 154 mile Sparta to Athens race in 1992 (which I finished in 32 hours).
But, by this time, I'd had enough of running away and I'd had quite enough of pretending to be someone who I wasn't. I began to let go of the notion that 'these things happen to other people' and started to believe in myself. In 1996, everything began to become right and I underwent 'corrective' surgery finally assuming the life I'd always known was right.
I thought that was that. (Well you would wouldn't you?)
But there was more. Within the space of a year, I realised that I was not the heterosexual, stereotypical woman that I had taken myself for. It was a shock (a nice one) and, from the moment that I identified as lesbian, all the pieces fitted perfectly.
Within the short space of three years I wrote my first book Needle Point, opened Libertas! Women's Bookshop in York and fell in love with the woman who is now my life partner - my gorgeous Ann. (We tied the knot in a civil partnership ceremony in 2006.)
I found the job of running a women's bookshop both exciting and fun and, with Ann, I also enjoyed organising the first four of the big Lesbian Arts Festivals in York which attract thousands of friendly lesbians to the city every year. It has been a privilege for me to be able to give something back to a women's community that has been so supportive of me. Don't believe the stereotypes - lesbians are warm and wonderful women.
Sadly Libertas is now no more but its memory lives on.
I really enjoyed writing these books. I loved giving people pleasure through storytelling and it is just great that they are now available again in e-book format.
More than anything though. I enjoy who I am. And I am who I want to be.
The destination has been worth the journey.
And the journey has been a homecoming.