Despite being a native Michigander, I’m pretty certain I belong somewhere sunny. And tropical. Where drinks are served with little paper umbrellas. But alas, I will not be living on a white sandy beach anytime in the near future. To keep myself busy until that day, I survive the cold Michigan winters by penning romance novels that always include a bit of adventure.
I’m married to a real life hero who is tolerant of my over-flowing bookshelves and eating pizza for dinner on a regular basis. I also live with a not-so-smart cat and an active four year old boy who is most often found wearing a knight in shining armor costume.
When I’m not working at my day job, writing, cleaning house, scaling Mount Laundry or doing any of the other tasks a wife, mother and writer must do, I can usually be found sitting on my deck overlooking the hay fields behind my house. Or, in the winter, I’m staring out the window at my deck and wishing the foot of snow would melt. Either way, I’m likely to have a book in my hand. And maybe a drink with a paper umbrella.