I’ve been an avid reader since I was five, when Mom taught me to read. I’ve always written stories in my head when bored or occupied with some other task—like baking or cooking, driving, and even sleeping. I’ve even woken up with entire story arcs and well-developed characters demanding my attention. I used to think that everyone had characters talking to them all the time.
A few years ago, I decided that my head was getting too noisy and crowded, and that some of the people and their stories had to be written—so they could live in books, and readers’ heads. I feel like they are telling me their secrets. Once the book is done, they are happy to have been heard, so they are quiet. But then the next characters start to talk, demanding their turn. I enjoy the noise.
I write contemporary romances involving a strong, independent woman who enjoys casual flings. Enter the equally strong, independent man who decides this is the woman for him. He has to convince the heroine that he’s the one for her. I love happy endings.