I started reading when I was four, thanks to a babysitter who found out the only way to get me to sit still (and shut up) was to put a book in my hand. By the time I entered kindergarten, I'd blown through just about every Little Golden Book ever printed. Ten years later-much to my mother's dismay-I found her stash of paperback romance novels. She tried to divert me back to something more chaste by buying me Harlequins, but I still snuck copies of her Kathleen Woodiwisses and Johanna Lindseyes when she wasn't looking. Shanna, The Flame and the Flower, and Fires of Winter will always hold special places in my heart because they introduced me to roguish heroes, headstrong heroines, and the trouble they could get into together.
I live with my family in a swampy little corner of north-central Florida, close to the Gulf of Mexico and the historic Suwannee River. It's hot, humid and full of mosquitos, but I wouldn't trade it for...actually, I would trade it for a cottage on the beach somewhere in the Keys.