(AND NOT JUST ABOUT SEX) by Sandra Hill Years ago, a wise editor told me that readers like to learn something from books. And, no, she wasn’t talking about non-fiction books, or even novels with specific themes, like cancer, or divorce, or child abuse, or whatever. She was referring to romance novels. In the context… Read More
Humor has become a hallmark of Sandra Hill's books. She
started out with Vikings, tried a medieval knight, moved
into the Old South, then the California gold fields, on to
modern-day Manhattan, Memphis, Maine and Galveston. But
one element that has remained consistent in all her books
is the laugh-out-loud humor.
Sandra's first book came out in October 1994, and since
then she has published fifteen novels and had novellas in
four anthologies, all through Dorchester Publishing.
Married for almost thirty years (to the same man!!!),
Sandra is the mother of four sons. Living with five males
(not to mention a male German Shepherd the size of a small
horse) is enough to make any woman develop a sense of
humor, Sandra often says. Either that, or go mad.
The most gratifying thing to Sandra has been the amazing
reader response to her books. Almost 5,000 readers have
taken the time to write to her over the past five years
(some of them repeatedly) to tell her how much her books
have touched their lives. This is the one thing Sandra
never expected when she first started writing...the need
for laughter in a world that is becoming increasingly
stressful and sometimes downright dreary. She is only too
happy to help and promises her fans that her well of humor
is not about to run dry for a long, long time.
by Sandra Hill These are interesting days in our household. My ten-year-old grandson Max finally got the “There is no Santa Claus” reality check from his parents. On a scale of kid traumatic, this is right up there with “Candy is outlawed,” and “My life is over.” Max had been taunted at school lately by the little… Read More
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By Ariella Moon Spring has arrived in Southern California. Blooming orange and grapefruit trees, still heavy with fruit, perfume the air. “Snowbirds” from the Midwest and Canada crowd local swimming pools and grocery store parking lots. And a tiny mother hummingbird has returned to nest in my patio. Mama Ava hummingbird (I’m a writer, and… Read More