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

"I just can't believe he hasn't got any teeth," said Angela, looking down at the baby who was furiously suckling. "It really hurts."


"Hey, hey," said Domingo, hearing the tears in her voice, and running across to her. "There," he said, holding her against him and rocking her gently. "We'll tell Rosalba when she comes. She'll do something. And as for you," he said, stroking the baby's head. "You be more gentle with your Mama. The milk will come without you savaging her."


The baby turned his head, without relinquishing the nipple, and looked directly at Domingo. He did seem to slacken slightly.


"Rosalba says they can't see properly for the first few days," said Angela, "but he always seems to look right at you."


"Well, I think he can see something," said Domingo, "and he can certainly hear. But you're right. It's hard to believe he's not seeing everything."


Chapter 48