H.M. Jones is a storyteller from the Appalachian mountains of southeastern Kentucky, where misty hollows and crooked trails spark tales of mischief, wonder, and magic. At 52, she’s proof that it’s never too late to do something completely ridiculous—like accidentally writing a book about a secret agency, angry gnomes, and kids armed with plungers.
When she’s not writing, she enjoys hiking quiet hills, imagining strange backstories for abandoned buildings, and drinking entirely too much coffee. She believes in second chances, shadowed paths, and the power of a well-told (and occasionally unnecessary) story.
H.M. Jones is a storyteller from the Appalachian mountains of southeastern Kentucky, where misty hollows and crooked trails spark tales of mischief, wonder, and magic. At 52, she’s proof that it’s never too late to do something completely ridiculous—like accidentally writing a book about a secret agency, angry gnomes, and kids armed with plungers.
When she’s not writing, she enjoys hiking quiet hills, imagining strange backstories for abandoned...
