I’ve written stories for as long as I can remember. I wrote my first book when I was five. It was called The Goodies and it was about a drive to the shops to get milk. It was amazing. It was also brilliantly illustrated in orange felt tip pen because I was all about the awesomeness when I was five years old.
Skip forward a few decades . . . and I write romance, erotic romance and romantic suspense. And rockstar romance. And contemporary romance. Hell, if they’re romancing then I’m writing it. I feel really fortunate because I get to meet interesting characters every single day—fictional characters who shock the hell out of me! I never know where their story is going until they lead me there. They’re in charge. They can be bossy and demanding. Sometimes a little impatient and frustrating. And let me tell you, they don’t understand the concept of quiet time.
No. I am not crazy.
When you write fiction, you share your grey matter with a lot of characters.
Characters who show up unannounced and demand to be put to paper.
Fictional characters aside, I also like to hear from real humans so don’t be shy, drop me a line and say hi.
I promise you. I am not crazy.