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A stark white living room, a perfectly made bed, a picture perfect family – these are some of the images you might find on the account of a Cleanstagrammer, Instagram’s latest trending influencers.

‘The Other Woman’ was one of those novels that “wrote itself”; which isn’t to say I could plonk my feet on my desk and swig a large G&T while typing with one finger. If only!

Perhaps every writer dreams of seeing her or his work produced on film. I love to imagine who’d play the major roles in my novels if they were made into films.

At Edinburgh Uni in their library, I haunted the mysteriously (to me) named ‘stacks’ and read twentieth century Eng Lit, although I was supposed to be studying Arabic.

Up there with the most memorable events is the day I got my very own library card. It was a little cardboard square, later to be laminated, and I treasured it like it was a ten pound note.

My love of reading was nurtured from an early age by our local libraries. Some of the books I read in childhood were gifts, some were read in school but most came from the library. 

Literature is full of enchanted doors that take us to a secret place, a place full of mystery and magic, suspension of disbelief and wonder. As is your library…

If you read my new novel Villain you’ll find out that female gangsters play a big role in Detective Constable Bailey Morgan’s next undercover assignment.

“I have found the most valuable thing in my wallet is my library card.”– Laura Bush