I was a keen walker and motorcyclist until a chance meeting with a drunk driver. My recuperation from a broken leg was complicated by a post-operative infection, and there was a point where it looked like all my footwear purchases might be solved by just nicking the display shoe from the rack. Thankfully, I am still a biped.
It was during those grim days I started writing stories with happy endings as a counterpoint to my unpromising one. The writing bug has replaced the leg infection and I hope it stays like that. My writing has moved on and now it is about people getting what they deserve, whatever the genre I’m working in.
By the way, I’m Sam Flint for thrillers and SM Flint for spillers (erotica). It stops book searches coming up with unusual results.
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