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Welcome to my writing world

I’m Elizabeth Munton, an Australian self-published author.

I write adult fiction, with particular interest in crime, suspense and mystery. I’m also delighted to be venturing into children’s literature with A Bushland Adventure.

My Books

Adult Fiction

Crime • Suspense • Mystery

Discover my collection of adult fiction, from crime and suspense to mystery.

Children’s Books

Adventure • Friendship • Australian Bushland

Coming soon

Discover the wonderful world of A Bushland Adventure

Featured Book

What Remains In The Walls

Secrets. Suspense. Mystery.

Discover my latest novella, where the past may hold more secrets than anyone imaged.

Available in paperback and ebook.

Buy on Amazon

https://www.amazon.com.au.dp/B0HB3BLJML

What Readers Are Saying

“Interesting unusual story.”

“A fluidly written story with short chapters, this book keeps your attention all the way through. Difficult to put down. Highly recommended.”

— Amazon reader review

What Remains In The Walls · Paperback review · 27 September 2026

A Glimpse Inside the Story

Joanne did not tell her grandmother what she had seen right away.

She waited until evening, until the light slanted low through the kitchen window and the day’s ordinary sounds had settled. Her grandmother moved through her routines with practised ease, as though nothing had shifted beneath the house’s foundations.

“There’s a photograph in the hallway,” Joanne said.

Her grandmother froze.

The kettle, still in her hand, hovered above the sink.

“You weren’t meant to see that,” she said.

“That wasn’t an answer.”

Her grandmother sat opposite her, folding her hands together as though bracing herself.

“I hoped it would stay covered,” she said quietly.

“By what?” Joanne asked. “Time?”

Silence stretched.

“It doesn’t stay quiet forever,” Joanne continued. “You know that.”

Her grandmother closed her eyes.

The radio crackled, then steadied.

“Her name was Rebecca,” Joanne said.

Her grandmother’s breath shuddered.

“She was eight. And she was a Muldoon.”

Her grandmother looked at her then, really looked at her.

“Yes,” she said. “She was my sister.”

The word settled heavily between them.