Bongo Sullivan writes psychological thrillers, family dramas, and dark comedies that somehow make readers laugh at funerals. His stories are twisty, unputdownable, and occasionally described by his mother as “a bit much.”
He lives in a suspiciously picturesque town with a rescue cat who runs the household, a growing collection of vintage typewriters, and a smoke alarm that knows his cooking by name. Current addictions: locked-room mysteries, unreliable narrators, and one-sentence gut punches.