Alice Ross

Alice Ross used to work in the financial services industry where she wrote riveting, enthralling brochures about pensions and ISAs that everyone read avidly and no one ever put straight into the bin. One day, when nobody was looking, she managed to escape. Dragging her personal chef (aka her husband) along with her, she headed to Spain, where she began writing witty, sexy, romps designed to amuse slightly more than pension brochures. Missing Blighty (including the weather - but don't tell anyone), she returned five years later. When not writing, she can be found scratching a tune on her violin, sweating on a spin bike, or upside down in a yoga pose.