Since then, I have sold time-travel, historical, vampire and contemporary romances to Berkley, Avon, Ellora's Cave, Cerridwen Press, Hard Shell Word Factory and Triskelion. In that moment I had realized my dreams…and it felt incredible. I’ll never forget the phone call I received from Amy Garvey of Kensington saying she wanted to purchase the novel for their new Precious Gems Historical line. Soon my focus turned from writing to fighting an inflammable bowel disease that would eventually cost me my large intestine in a radical surgery.ĭuring my illness I had lost my desire to write, but eventually I felt that familiar urge to sit down and start a new story, and I did just that.
I sold six short stories to confession magazines, and felt like I was headed in the right direction when an untimely illness threw a wrench in my plans. That trip solidified my desire to become a published author. I met authors like Heather Graham, Kat Martin, Virginia Henley and Susan Johnson who were all approachable and friendly. I went to every workshop and absorbed every word. I joined Romance Writers of America, and attended a Romantic Times convention. Realizing I had a lot to learn, I bought research books, and studied the craft of romance writing. Two kids and many years later I sat down at my computer and started writing a romance novel. That book started a love of the genre that would spark a desire to write my own stories. That same year I also discovered historical romance in the form of Kathleen Woodiwiss’s SHANNA. Kip swept me off my feet and at the tender age of nineteen, I became pregnant with my first child. Being that he was almost four years older than me, not to mention my brother's best friend, he was off-limits. Green eyes, dark hair, 6'1", and built like a Greek god, Kip had quite the reputation as a bad boy. When I was all of 14 years old, I met Kip Templeton, my brother's best friend, and the man I would one day marry. I have wonderful memories of my childhood-a mother who was always at home, a father who worked hard to give us a good life, and a sister and brother who always looked out for me. In the early seventies my family moved to Washington, a state with gorgeous mountains, beautiful forests, and lots of green, which meant lots of rain, but I love all the seasons. The main street included just the market, a tavern (appropriately called The Stump) and a church we attended each Sunday morning. My sister and I would take daily walks to the main street store-an old, tiny white building that included the town's post office. I have great memories of playing on stumps the size of small houses on my grandmother's acreage in a little town just north of Crescent City called Fort Dick. I was born in Crescent City, California, a small logging town on the Pacific coast, home of enormous redwood trees and clear rivers.
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