Kara's colony ship spent over a century to reach its new world, carrying thousands of humans in the form of DNA samples and digital consciousness. When the ship awakened her, the first thing it told her was that the ship's artificial wombs had been destroyed in journey, meaning the colonists couldn't be revived. The next thing the AI told her, was that it had spent the rest of the voyage devising a workaround for the lack of artificial wombs. And she wasn't going to like it.
As my stories suggest, I live in a large city on America's west coast. I'm gainfully employed at a large, faceless corporation, and live with my wife and several adorable pets. Like any super hero, I write at night and keep my alter ego shielded from the public.
I've been writing science fiction off and on since my teens, but either couldn't finish stories due to writer's block, or they were fan fiction and thus unpublishable. Then one day I picked up the keyboard again, got frustrated with a block, and just wrote a sex scene. It was a spectacular one, and once it was over I learned that this was a genre I could actually write stories in. That was a bit of a tough self-revelation for me.
Eventually though, the two halves of my author persona came to an uneasy truce: the erotica writer in me actually writes, while the more traditional author hovers over his shoulder begging for my stories to have "real" content.\