K E Stokes began her literary journey in 2010, writing purely to see where it would lead, hence her first novel ‘An Ordinary Life’ was finally published in 2014, under a different name. The work was biographical, written in the third person using a fictional character, which she found incredibly grounding and therapeutic, fueling her desire to continue.
Born and bred in Sheffield - a ‘true Yorkshire lass’, as they say, she was raised amid shop-keeping and a tight-knit community by parents who were both articulate and creative, and as such, inherited many skills with which to occupy her time.
She clearly remembers a love of reading from an early age through to her teens, with a passion for poems and limericks, evident in a recent discovery of a piece she wrote about her father when only ten years old, which demonstrates an early talent for rhyme and phrasing. As she grew older, among her favourite authors were Fay Weldon and Martin Amis.
As a versatile creative, she is also a successful digital artist and is commissioned by an art licensing agency based in Florida. Her work as a musician spans more than twenty years in the entertainment business, performing solo and in various bands and collaborations.
Still in Sheffield, she lives with her husband and ‘puss-cat’, busy pursuing her love of writing.
25th July 2020
It was an ordinary day in Friar's Ridge when Jess took a wrong turn on the way home and, on the spur of the moment, acquired a book at the local market. When she discovers a photograph of a woman within, an indomitable spirit in the form of a small boy enters the life Jess shares with her seven-year-old son, Jonas.
A friendship develops between Jonas and the ghost boy, but something darker is lurking beneath the boy’s friendly demeanour. Meanwhile, Jess oscillates between reality and that of another dimension, her protective nature compromised by a dark and mysterious realm.
She begins to search for the lady in the photograph, who she believes is the ghost boy’s mother. Little did Jess realise that this would lead her to the heart of an undiscovered abhorrent crime, but who was responsible?
And what really happened that fateful hot summer’s day by the park lake?
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