I love romance novels. I picked up my first romance novel at age
twelve (a Sunfire YA romance--thank you Vivian Schurfranz!)
and haven't looked back. I started writing my own book, an
admittedly bad historical, when I was nineteen. Thankfully -- and
wisely -- it was never published and it sat in my "manuscript
graveyard" until I shredded and burned it. Eventually, I'll revisit
my notes and start from scratch (I do love the characters and
they deserve a better plot).

I spent my twenties traveling and collecting college degrees. I
worked in public health researching HIV, TB and malaria and
the diseases' impacts among refugee populations, and teaching
adult classes. Now I spend my time at the foot of the Sierra
Nevada Mountains (with my own hero -- a sexy contractor who
completely understands my crazy mind -- and 4 children)
penning the stories my characters whisper in my ear.

Much to my mother's dismay, I can't help my irreverance (I've
tried...no luck), I have a disturbing fascination for deadly
infectious diseases and, if left on my own, would eat my weight
in watermelon.