Kimberly Gardner spends her days luxuriating on the white sand beach of her private island paradise, sipping umbrella drinks and being waited on by gorgeous men wearing nothing but loin cloths and smiles. At night she crafts tales of sensuous romance and steamy passion, so hot they are sold with warning labels and tiny fire extinguishers.
Wait! That’s her fantasy life. She really spends her days in an 8x8 cubicle, writing computer code for a soulless bureaucracy and dreaming of the day she’ll bid au revoir to the daily grind. She does spend her evenings reading and writing romance with a cat on her lap and a glass of wine near at hand. The part about the steaminess of her stories is true too, though you’ll have to provide your own fire extinguisher.
Oh, and that stuff about her island paradise is all in her head. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, three fur babies and a mob of characters jostling for space in her imagination. She possesses strong opinions on everything from the socio-political situation in Tibet to the the only way to make a drinkable martini—vodka, never gin, olives not lemons and shaken rather than stirred.