As a child, Jill read so obsessively she got kicked out of the school library. But her passion for words continued. She graduated in English Literature and Theatre Studies from the University of Wales and set up a theatre company.
Since then, as an actor, director, teacher, writer and journalist, she's worked in fifteen countries. She learnt something from each one.
Now, with her husband and three dogs, Jill lives in Switzerland, a country with four languages and mountains of new words.
She works as a language trainer all over Europe, collaborates with Nuance Words and Triskele Books, and contributes regularly to Words with JAM magazine. But most of the time, she writes. And reads.
JJ's Ascribe titles are:
Behind Closed Doors
4.9 stars on Amazon
4.6 stars on Goodreads
"Fast-paced action is combined with clever characterisation. It’s an addictive cocktail, which kept me thoroughly absorbed on several commutes and over a rainy weekend. The narration is peppered with subtle humour"
Jane Davis, author of Half-truths and White Lies, winner of the Daily Mail First Novel Award
"Original, well written, absorbing and ingenious. I eagerly look forward to the next appearance of Beatrice Stubbs - ASAP!"
Jessica Mann, best-selling author of The Fifties Mystique, Deadlier Than the Male: Why Are Respectable English Women So Good at Murder? and The Fifties Mystique and reviewer of crime fiction for The Literary Review
"A classy pleasure of a crime novel, whose demurely deadly plot unfolds like a seepage of poison through champagne... with balance, understated wit and characterisations gently sharp throughout, this tale’s disgust at its fat-cat villains’ lack of compassion is implied with clarity... Brava!"
Rohan Quine, author of The Imagination Thief and The Platinum Raven
Suicide – the act of taking one’s own life.
Homicide – the act of taking someone else’s.
An unethical banker suffocates. A diamond dealer slits his wrists. A media magnate freezes in the snow. A disgraced CEO inhales exhaust fumes. Four unpopular businessmen, four apparent suicides. Until Interpol find the same DNA at each death.
Beatrice Stubbs, on her first real case since ‘the incident’, arrives in Switzerland to lead the investigation. But there’s more to Zurich than chocolate and charm. Potential suspects are everywhere, her Swiss counterpart is hostile and the secretive world of international finance seems beyond the law. Battling impossible odds by day and her own demons at night, Beatrice has never felt so alone.
She isn’t. Someone’s watching.
Someone else who believes in justice.
The poetic kind.
4.9 stars on Amazon
4.6 stars on Goodreads
"Read this and you'll be desperate for a seat on a Vitoria balcony with a glass of white Rioja, a plate of pintxos and the next Beatrice Stubbs to accompany them"
Annemarie Neary, author of The Parachute In The Lime Tree and winner of the Bryan McMahon prize, the Columbia Journal fiction prize and the Posara Prize among others
Disheartened by her recent performance, Beatrice Stubbs takes a sabbatical from the Metropolitan Police for a gourmet tour of Northern Spain. In Vitoria, she encounters a distant acquaintance. Beautiful, bloody-minded journalist Ana Herrero is onto a story.
Beatrice, scenting adventure, offers her expertise. The two women are sucked into a mystery of missing persons, violent threats, mutilated bodies and industrial-scale fraud. They are out of their depth. With no official authority and unsure who to trust, they find themselves up to their necks in corruption, blackmail and Rioja.
Beatrice calls for the cavalry. The boys are back, and this time, it’s a matter of taste. But when her instincts prove fallible, Beatrice discovers that justice is a matter of interpretation.
5 stars on Amazon
5 stars on Goodreads
“The characters leap off the page, the prose is witty and intelligent, and the plot twists keep you hooked till the last. What more could you ask?”
Barbara Scott Emmett, author of The Land Beyond Goodbye and Don’t Look Down
Bank Holiday weekend. Sunrise on a secluded Welsh beach and Beatrice Stubbs takes some innocent snaps. The scene contains more than just cliffs and seagulls, and someone wants those pictures destroyed. But Beatrice’s mind is on other things.
Assigned to the London Transport Police, she’s pursuing the Finsbury Park Flasher, trying to pre-empt a serious sexual offence. While Beatrice is distracted, neighbour Adrian and companion Matthew decide to play Poirot, and investigate the mystery of the disappearing photographs. Amateur detectives and professional criminals are a dangerous mix.
From deserted Pembrokeshire beaches, through the shadowy underpasses of North London, to the remote Irish countryside, Beatrice discovers the darker side of human nature.