Jenny Twist was born in York and brought up in the West Yorkshire mill town of Heckmondwike, the eldest grandchild of a huge extended family.
She left school at fifteen and went to work in an asbestos factory. After working in various jobs, including bacon-packer and escapologist’s assistant (she was The Lovely Tanya), she returned to full-time education and did a BA in history, at Manchester and post-graduate studies at Oxford.
She stayed in Oxford working as a recruitment consultant for many years and it was there that she met and married her husband, Vic.
In 2001 they retired and moved to Southern Spain where they live with their rather eccentric dogs and cat. Besides writing, she enjoys reading, knitting and attempting to do fiendishly difficult logic puzzles.
In July 2018 she won the Author Show TOP FEMALE AUTHOR Fantasy/Horror/Paranormal/Science Fiction award.

When Angela turns up in a remote Spanish mountain village, she is so tall and so thin and so pale that everyone thinks she is a ghost or a fairy or the dreadful mantequero that comes in the night and sucks the fat from your bones. 
But Domingo knows better. “Soy Angela,” she said to him when they met – “I am an angel.” Only later did he realise that she was telling him her name and by then it was too late and everyone knew her as Domingo’s Angel. 
This is the story of their love affair. But it is also the story of the people of the tiny mountain village – the indomitable Rosalba - shopkeeper, doctor, midwife and wise woman, who makes it her business to know everything that goes on in the village; Guillermo, the mayor, whose delusions of grandeur are rooted in his impoverished childhood; and Salva the Baker, who risked his life and liberty to give bread to the starving children.
The events in this story are based on the real experiences of the people of the White Villages in Southern Spain and their struggle to keep their communities alive through the years of war and the oppression of Franco’s rule. 


Domingo's Angel

It was the day of the wedding, and Rosalba's back kitchen was a hive of activity. Three of the village girls, under the watchful eye of Marcia Belén, were preparing vegetables at the kitchen table. Outside could be heard little shrieks as Angela and the bridesmaids washed their hair at Rosalba's spring. The water came straight from the mountain and was bitterly cold, even in the hottest weather. In the fireplace, Juanito, Limping Pepe's youngest, was turning a spit with several chickens on it. Rosalba watched him with a jaundiced eye. She did not think he could make a mess of such a simple job, but the boy had a genius for disaster. It followed him about like a faithful dog. She had, in fact, given him this job for that very reason, in order to prevent him from serving at the altar during the wedding. She had, God forgive her, told him it was even more important than the service.


Chapter 25