Jules Lewis was born in East Anglia but left when he was barely old enough to see out of his pram, his parents moving to Surrey, Cumbria, the Isle of Man and Somerset before settling in Devon, while he took additional detours via a boarding school in Northumberland, university in Reading to study philosophy, technical college in Cheltenham for a diploma in technical writing, and two years living in Newcastle upon Tyne while working in Rothbury – which might explain why he’s fascinated by regional accents.

This lack of roots, along with falling in love, led to two years living and working near Munich followed by nearly eight years in the South of France (explaining his love of languages), before he settled in London for a long career as a City business writer and trainer, where he still moonlights as a music journalist.

He plays saxophone and guitar (badly), enjoys most forms of music (especially jazz and electronica), and loves dark psychological thrillers, poetry, art galleries, and lifting weights (although you’d never think it to look at him). Most of these interests have, through some strange imaginative alchemy, seeped into his novels.