A little bit about me


I was born in a little village called Old Basing in Hampshire, England. Although the village is mentioned in the Doomsday Book, its real claim to fame was the siege of Old Basing House that took place during the English Civil War. As children, my sister and I used to play among the ruins and in the secret tunnels. I dreamed of musketeers and knights in shining armor and I’m quite sure it was there that I first discovered a passion for telling stories. My mother said I told fibs but I just liked to embellish my version of events because they seemed more interesting.

As a teenager, my family moved to Cullompton in Devon and there, began my love affair with the West Country. In Agatha Christie’s heyday, the south coast of Devon was known as the English Riviera because of its mild winters. They even have palm trees although I’m told they originate from New Zealand. Devon too, is steeped in history dating back to Roman times. It’s filled with legends, mystery and superstition and still retains a certain charm and “olde worlde” feeling that speaks of a simpler time.

After a disastrous stint in the Royal Navy, I applied to the local weekly newspaper to become a cub reporter. My duties primarily involved standing at the church door taking down the names of the mourners—a tradition the newspaper was very proud of in those days. In fact, it was this first real job that became the basis of the Vicky Hill Mysteries complete with all the quirky English customs and traditions that give Britain a reputation for eccentricity.

At twenty-one, I was restless. Much as I loved Devon I knew there was a bigger world out there.

I moved to Kent where I did a spell as a secretary to a Formula One World Champion (very exciting) followed by a wonderful job working for a French antique dealer who specialized in seventeenth century oak furniture. This interest coupled with being a passionate supporter of S.P.A.B. (the Society for the Protection of Ancient Buildings) sparked the idea years later, for my new series—the Honeychurch Hall Mysteries—a contemporary upstairs-downstairs, set against the backdrop of a crumbling country estate.

But I digress! For the next decade or so I worked as a flight attendant for both commercial airlines and private jet charters traveling extensively all over the world. I loved every minute of it. And yes, there is definitely a story in there, too. Watch this space.

So how does a country girl from England end up living in Portland, Oregon?

On one of my private charter flights during the Indiana Jones days, I was lucky enough to speak to Steven Spielberg who asked me if I had a dream. Of course, my writing aspirations had never gone away, they had just lain dormant whilst I kept promising myself that this year would be different. This year I would write my book. He said if I was really serious about writing, then I must act on it and not just talk about it and let life drift on by. I made a solemn intention to do just that and that’s when weird, serendipitous things began to happen. Before I knew it, I was dragging my daughter and two cats to start a new life in Los Angeles, California. I worked for various film studios, read gazillions of scripts and learned all I could about the craft of writing be it screenplays or long-form narrative. I also enrolled in the UCLA Extension Writers’ Program where I still teach the occasional mystery workshop today.

When Hollywood had run its course, I took a job working for the chairman of a west coast advertising agency where I have been for more years than I dare to count. I can still hear my dad say, “Don’t give up the day job” and he was right! After all, it was at my day job that I quite unexpectedly met my incredible husband. I never expected to have a second chance at love.

Three years ago we moved to Portland, Oregon but I still commute regularly to Los Angeles for work. Yet everything has a price. My family and my heart will always belong in Devon. I am able to visit regularly but really I actually get to go home every day when I write about Kat Stanford and Honeychurch Hall in Little Dipperton or Vicky Hill and the Gipping Gazette in Gipping-on-Plym.

I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that if you say, “Yes” to whatever life has to offer, no matter how daunting, the most extraordinary things really can and do happen. After all, they happened to me.

Hannah Dennison

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