Blood On The Ring Road

Scarlett Knox writes psychological thrillers and dark, slow-burn romances. She lives on the coast of Maine in a small wooden house with bad locks and a good kettle, and she is most often found writing in the corner of a public library where the librarians have stopped asking what she is working on. She came to fiction late. For most of her thirties she worked in corporate law in Boston, where she spent a great deal of time watching very intelligent women translate themselves into smaller versions of themselves to get a sentence into the room. She left in her thirty-eighth year. She did not, to the surprise of no one in her family, ever go back. She is interested in the long quiet decisions women make in their own kitchens at strange hours, in the bad architectures of long marriages, and in the question of who gets to write the story when the man who has been writing it for fifteen years is no longer in the room. She is also interested, against her better judgment, in love.