I can’t ever remember not reading—or writing, for that matter—mostly poetry and short stories until my late twenties. Classical literature (except for every Nancy Drew mystery available until I turned twelve )and history pretty much consumed me until I entered high school. While I’ve never stopped reading and studying both, at fourteen I discovered current bestsellers and decided I needed to broaden my horizons.
Still, incredibly inspiring and demanding teachers, along with my lifelong love of great literature, propelled me into a 22-year secondary language arts teaching career. So, hey, I know how to write, right? Narrative, expository, persuasive, argumentative. I understand POV, plot, theme, story arc, pacing.
Then, I found The Flame and the Flower in my late twenties, and well-written romance sucked me in for life. Unfortunately, I also found that while I loved good fiction of any genre, I didn’t know beans about how to write it. It’s another universe from “scholarly” writing. So, much as I’m being dragged kicking and screaming into the technological 21st Century, I’m learning that if you want to be published, grammar is flexible—horrors!—and a thick skin is mandatory if you’re going to benefit from constructive criticism. My critique partners, agent, and beta readers are wonderful, brutally honest, priceless gifts.
I’m a “pantser” or “fly in the mist” writer, not a “plotter”. My stories are never planned from A to Z; they evolve as I go and are character-driven. Usually, a character or characters appear in my head; they and the setting as clear as an HD picture. In Cherish the Knight, my 11th Century historical romance which released July 27th, a Scarlet Rose (spicy!)for The Wild Rose Press, my hero popped into my mind while I was floating in the pool. And I thought, “Aren’t you pretty?” The heroine joined him moments later, and I could hear them talking to each other.
Weird? I don’t know. That’s just how it happens for me. And when I saw the two of them together, it was a YES moment! I knew their names, who and what they were, and the story grew from there.
When I’m not writing, I read—surprise!—make custom jewelry and bookmarks, and bake. I also have an ongoing love/hate relationship with Zumba.
Raised on the Jersey Shore, I’m a water lover. I and my high-school sweetheart, now husband of 41 years and a retired firefighter, live in Southwest Florida. We have one grown son, a talented airbrush artist, welder, and fabricator. We divide our time between we-love-winters-in Florida (though we’re there—at least for now—most of the year) and our beloved South Carolina Upstate lake home as often as we can get away.
A member of SW Florida Romance Writers and RWA for eighteen years, my two wonderful, multi-published-author critique partners and I have dubbed ourselves the Three Musketeers. :-) After a long day of writing and editing, that phrase always makes us smile. A reminder that it’s all about the journey... personal and professional...and never forgetting to enjoy it.
Honesty will cost her her freedom.
Silence will cost her more....
Ambushed as he approaches the English estate promised him by William the Conqueror, Lord Cort Dornogard dares trust no one...least of all the spirited Gaelic healer, Alexis Fallon, who fascinates even as she defies him.
The magnificent Norse warrior threatens both Alexis’ heart and her cherished autonomy, for she harbors a secret she cannot reveal about the ambush. Honesty will cost her her freedom. But silence may cost her far more.
Cort harbors a damning secret of his own—one guaranteed to foment rebellion among his new subjects. Escalating attacks and accidents on the estate further confirm that fear. His foes, both English and Norman, will exploit what he hides to destroy him, his dreams, and the woman he’s grown to love.
Snared in a web of castle intrigue, passion, and betrayal, Cort and Lexi are far more than either suspects. If they do not learn to trust, their enemies will destroy them both. Will they discover too late that truth is a two-edged sword?