Bradley’’s Whistle

Was he a hitman? A Navy Seal? Gigolo? I had no idea what Bradley Emerson did for a living, but apparently my lady-bits didn’t care, I wanted him, secrets and all. Wiska

I wanted her. I didn’t want to want her but the brain in my head was no longer in control of this vessel. Wanting her went against my rules, but apparently my male member was a rule breaker. Bradley

I grew up on the beaches of North Queensland, Australia before migrating south to the iconic Gold Coast in 1995. I traded the surf and my bikini for pyjama’s and a computer when I embarked on writing professionally in 2012. I’ve since developed a wicked computer tan and my mad ninja skills have been finely honed following many hours of reading paranormal and dystopian romance. I also have a closet horror fetish. Leatherface...*shivers*. I love to hear from fans and other like-minded, creative people, so flick me an email, or come hang out at Facey or the Twitterverse. If you’re looking for writing or publishing advice, send me a message RIGHT NOW! I’m always happy to share my experience in this industry. kdmanagement@mail.com