Talking about myself is much harder than writing a book. You’d think a wordmistress wouldn’t have such a problem, but I do. Let me rework a flat scene any day.

Simple background: I’m married, have lots of pets, still work full time, and grew up in Las Vegas.

But there’s so much more to a person than that.

Writing is more than just words on paper to me. It’s a passion, an incessant need, a deep-seated drive to be a storyteller. I knew I wanted to be an author as far back as high school. Writing may have taken a backseat a few times, but I finally made it.

My stories have bite because I’m a little different, and like slightly different things. No shock horror here, or cheap gimmicks meant to offend, or pandering to the latest trend. My vampires love human blood, my dragons hunt people, and my elves are magical and arrogant.

Romance and darkness will always go together for me. Love really can get you through anything, as I know from personal experience. My characters will always have that glimmer of new love, that bond with a soulmate, and will do anything to be with their one and only.

When I’m not busy having things killed. Being deeply romantic doesn’t mean I’m not also a violent or twisted writer. Fight scenes, bloodshed, dark magic, and triumphant villains all have their places in my tales.

I’ll never apologize for who I am. Sometimes abrasive and uncouth, full of contradictions and juxtaposition, I am merely who I am.

And what I am is a storyteller wanting to craft new entertainments for you.

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Talking about myself is much harder than writing a book. You’d think a wordmistress wouldn’t have such a problem, but I do. Let me rework a flat scene any day.

Simple background: I’m married, have lots of pets, still work full time, and grew up in Las Vegas.