Hiding Behind The Couch Series

 
 

HIDING BEHIND THE COUCH is a series of novels and short stories about a group of nine friends - The Circle - who first met at school.
They've been described as the literary equivalent of 'Take That' - there's a character to suit everyone.
Why not dip into the story and see what you think?

Fiction

I write character-driven stories, but they can be about ANYTHING and I don't like to stick to one genre. Thus, there's some CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC FICTION that's LGBTQ+ (i.e. it's about people, people!), plus a little SCI-FI FANTASY of the amateur quantum physics (time travel-ish) variety and a little HISTORICAL FICTION too!

Not Fiction

I'm a social scientist, interdisciplinary - identity politics, gender and sexuality, social/political psychology; ethnographer, deconstuctionist, discourse-analytical...free-floating, unapologetic in-betweeny.
It's my fence, and I'll sit on it if I like. (The personal is political.)

From My Blog

14th February, 2019

Nina, Pretty Ballerina - a short story

Part of Play On... A FREE Valentine’s Day collection of short stories, poetry and prose, inspired by the songs of ABBA.Nina, Pretty Ballerina© 2019 Debbie McGowanI didn’t like her. Not at...

27th January, 2019

Highlights - a short story

HighlightsThe one where Notes from Boston’s Amelia Roberts takes a much-needed vacation to England and runs into Shaunna Hennessy from Hiding Behind The Couch—a fortuitous meeting for...

31st December, 2018

To all the books I wrote this year... (2018 roundup)

In 2018, I wrote 214,592 words. :)That's not a bad total word count for the year, but it's my lowest since 2012, and the six years since are in almost perfect negative correlation with the output of...

Spotlight

Goth of Christmas Past

"You're my dad," she said. "When I said real, I didn't mean it like you're not, you know?" She put her fork down and fake-sobbed into her hand. "I'm so messing this up."

"You so are," Kris agreed.

"Sorry."

"Missy."

"Forget I said anything, OK?"

"Missy, look at me."

Turning half towards him, she shut one eye and grimaced.

He sighed and shook his head. "Real dad or not, I know you're mine when you only open your mouth to change feet."

"You're not mad?"

"I'm not mad."