Wife and mother of two spectacular kids who strives to someday channel all my energy into exploding into glitter and bats. I've been writing heaving-bosom-style romance in my mind since the first time I saw Superman pick up Lois Lane. When I found my first harlequin pirate romance hidden under my mother's vanity, it was all over for me.I enjoy chasing supercell thunderstorms down the interstate in hopes that I'll one day live my ultimate dream of seeing a tornado (from a respectably safe distance.)When I'm not reading, writing, or watching the sky for a likely updraft, you might find me in the garden, in a field of way too many pepper plants (a ridiculous amount of pepper plants) with my trusty mega-poodle, Beatrice, standing majestically at my side while Neil Gaiman whispers sweet words in my ear through my earbuds.My husband would say I love my cats, but really, I just keep getting stuck with the little monsters (the cat distribution system is out of whack.) It’s not my fault that they are evil and terrible and they only love me. I get absolutely NO enjoyment from the idea that no one else in the house may approach the carnivorous little velociraptors. But then, that is the way of witches and their familiars.I want to write books you will enjoy. My ultimate goal is to make you feel something warm... perhaps a little delicious. I don't care if you can find deeper meaning in my words as long as you find yourself out of your world and into another one for a while. The cool, blessed relief of escape! That’s what romance is all about, after all; living vicariously through the actions and experiences of a character you like while they go on a grand adventure of love and discovery! If your bosom heaves a bit on the way, well, that’s precisely what this author was hoping for.Read more about this authorRead less about this author