My completed novels are: 

Whispers From The Soursop Tree  and  Nothing Stays In The Dark Forever.

The working title for my novel in progress is: Too Far Apart

Whispers From The Soursop Tree

After five years of trying to silence her dead grandmother’s voice in her head, Tayo returns to the Caribbean island of her birth. A deadly disease is wiping out the young and pregnant. The only way to save her people is to practise outlawed customs and access the power of The Ancestors.

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PROLOGUE​

Well, my resting place ready now. It’s a good spot jus’ under di soursop tree by di little stream. It take long, but I dig it deep an’ have enough banana leaves an’ small stones to cover me. One or two over ripe soursop bound to fall on my grave. My flesh will feed di seeds an’ help dem to sprout. 
         My prickle-bush tea finish boiling. I letting it soak for a while. It mus’ be strong for it to take me away quick. Di Ancestors tired calling me.  
         Mésyè, I, Siwatu Dandus, in my hundred odd years living on St Nora soil, see so much. 
        Look at me eh. All I wanted was to enjoy di fruits of my labour an’ a chance to link with my Ancestors. But dey want to tell me dat my kind of med’cine is against di law. Aaa-A. Obeah? You ever hear anything like dat?
      But, I tell dem, if is med’cine dat come from di soil an’ working my own mind can be obeah – well, yes, dat’s what I making.  All how dey try to plant seeds to turn people against me, nothing was stopping me from living according to what I did feel was a good life.

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Nothing Stays In The Dark Forever

Yvette was conceived on a ship bringing migrants to the UK as part of the Windrush generation. Thirty-eight years later, her father’s dying wish for her to trace a man he encountered on the journey, sends her on a quest that leads her to uncovering the deceit that has hidden her true identity. 

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YVETTE

Me and Pattie were playing outside when Auntie Si-Si called us in and announced that I was going to England. My parents wanted me – the six-month old child they’d sent to St Lucia, five years ago, returned to them. 
     “But why?” I asked.
     “I would rather you didn’t go too,” Auntie said, looking over my head, blinking like something was troubling her eyes.
     “And what about Pattie? She can come too?”
     Me and Pattie were only months apart in age. We shared everything, except knickers and a birthday. If one of us got into a fight, the other one jumped in to defend her. When a box came from England, neither of us could wait to see what sugary treats, toys and nice clothes we were in line for that day. 
     “No. No,” Auntie answered, “Pattie cannot come. Your mother and father want you back. It’s their right,” and she walked away.
     Apart from seeing my parents in the flesh, I couldn’t see a reason for going to England. I was happy where I was. “I will come back, as soon as I can,” I told Pattie. 
     On a school day, before it was light, Auntie Si-Si sent Pattie off with our playmate, Antoine’s mum whilst me and her went to town. It felt strange because we’d never been to town without each other...