Biography
I was born in Mexico City, in the building that now houses Ripley’s Believe it or Not museum (some
people claim to see a connection there…).
My first attempt at writing stories, aged seven, was a tale about a triceratops and a stegosaurus
battling a very hungry T-rex. Their three-page, ten-line long adventure was profusely illustrated by the
author. Stegosaurus was extinct millions of years before the first T-rex hatched, but I still consider
it a milestone.
When I was ten, Jurassic Park (the novel) scared the Jesus out of me – reminiscent of that Friends'
episode where Joey Tribiani hides his books in the fridge. I’d never thought that written stories could
have such a thrilling effect, and as soon as I got JP out of the freezer I decided I wanted to become a
writer.
After a few fiascos, I managed to produce a few decent novels in various genres. However, I found myself
particularly comfortable writing historical fiction.
I came to the United Kingdom to complete a PhD in Chemistry, working as a freelance translator to
complement my earnings (I was responsible for some cool Johnnie Walker’s ads for Colombia). During this
time I produced a handful of academic papers, and the idea of a spooky whodunit began to take roots in
my head.
After several visits to Edinburgh, the city struck me as the perfect setting for a crime mystery. The
entire concept of Nine-Nails McGray came to my head while eating pizza with a couple of friends (guys,
do you remember “Cantina Los Perros” and the sea monster?), and the series is now very nearly wrapped
up.
I currently divide my time between the North of England and Mexico City (whenever travel is allowed!)
and live in a former dairy farm that overlooks the haunting Pendle Hill.
