Don’t get me wrong...I love my husband...but I’ve spent a lifetime caught in a passionate affair. My lover taunts, teases, enrages, thrills, amuses, and ultimately satisfies. His name? Language. Readers, you know what I’m talking about. Whether written, spoken, or sung, words entice me as no other human invention could ever do. Okay, music is a close second; when you put the two together, the result is sublime.
Like most writers, I came to this devilish profession through a love of reading. I’ve worked as a crime reporter, teacher, librarian - challenges all. They culminated in the creation of stories of my own, both contemporary and historical. My wish is that you let them seduce you
I live in San Antonio with my husband, dote on five grandsons, and travel whenever and wherever I can. My photo was taken on the dock in Liverpool, England, in front of a modern sculpture of a “lamb-banana,” the artist’s whimsical cross between a lamb and a banana. This was shortly before an emotional trip to the boyhood homes of John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
I'm declaring defeat on this one. It committed the cardinal sin of bodice rippers for me: it was boring. I'm sorry! I originally picked it up because the heroine was a Russian countess, but that didn't really do much for the story - she's a stereotypical too-stupid-to-live bodice ripper heroine, a virgin widow who's come to the Gold Rush to track down her useless younger brother for complicated (and totally ahistorical) inheritance reasons. She befriends a gambler who's also, obviously, a rich alphahole with powerful enemies, who nonetheless has a soft spot for her idiot brother and agrees to help her out. They start sleeping together. The Russian details are not particularly well done (at one point the heroine calls her loyal servant "comrade," which the author blithely and incorrectly translates as "friend," naming conventions are used incorrectly, etc.). On the plus side all the sex scenes are very much consensual, although I did wonder if they had been edited for the Kindle Unlimited edition; it otherwise has some of the overwrought language and over-the-top drama of the period. I'm also not really a big reader of romances set in the Old West, which may be part of the issue; but either way this one just couldn't hold my attention and I gave up about halfway through.