Despite being a proud Michigander, I’m pretty certain I belong somewhere sunny.
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. Instead, I hunker down during the cold Michigan winters and pen 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 many four-legged children and an active fifteen-year-old-boy who used to wear a knight in shining armor costume, and now is just simply that knight in shining armor.
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.