I remember writing a terribly earnest Gothic romance when I was in my teens, including the obligatory white nightgown in the portrait gallery scene. Fortunately my mother was efficient about cleaning out excess papers, and that story went the way of the dodo. I read voraciously but didn’t get back to real writing until my mid thirties when I discovered romance books and realized I had found my literary home. What I write stems from my characters. Arguments, actions, love scenes all stem from who they are. I suppose for me writing is like acting, without having to diet or put on make up. I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.
In my one of my other lives, we bailed out of Southern California in 2006, relocating to the New Mexico windswept high plains where we delight in watching our dogs run in the fields. At first we took photos of every sunset, now it’s just another day in paradise. Another wonderful day. I work part time for a solar related firm and write whenever I’m not working dogs or gardening or cooking or ignoring the dirty house.
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