The Truth...

My mother feared I would never marry. She claimed I was far too picky where men were concerned. How could I not be? I believed in fate, in true love, in soul mates. My parents' beautiful relationship was proof they existed, and I wasn’t about to settle for anything less. I knew he was out there; I just had to be patient. Turned out I had to be very patient.

I found out that dreams don’t always come quickly, but they do come true. My stories reflect the same persistence and need to believe. My heroines may not always have an easy time of it but, in the end, they always get their man...just like I did.



The Reality...

I live in Canada in a century home in continuous need of repair and filled to the brim with way too much testosterone (even the dog is male). My sports-aholic husband is happily sharing his addiction with our sons who are already proving to have more of an obsession than their mentor.

Is it any wonder I write romance? It's the only place to keep my feminine side happy.