I majored in psychology during college, but my creative writing course provided the real outlet to studying people with “issues”. My professor encouraged me to submit material to a writing competition, but since the entry fee equated to my spare change for the month, I declined.
Fast forward a decade to the island of Okinawa, Japan. I made the most of motherhood in a semi-jungle: forever waving good-bye to my pilot husband, raising two children, and reading every morsel of fiction available on “the rock”. Once I squeezed that dry I turned to the fledging Amazon for my book fix. (Yes, the site sold only books back then.) It wasn’t until we returned to the States that I realized how often I mulled over a story’s events, or plotted how I would have written it. Somewhere between another sleep deprived night and a batch of macaroni and cheese it hit me: I wanted more than the escape of a great read. I had to create my own. So I bought more books—about writing fiction.
My desire to learn surged beyond the printed or digital word. Settings drawn from my travels as a military spouse became the colorful backdrops in my first manuscripts. Every project has brought new research challenges, the quest for the right “nuggets”, and best of all, characters dragging me out of bed to write their story. I hold a B.A. in psychology (handy when creating antagonists), been an editor at a small press, and am a member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime. Contest credits include 2018 RWA Utah’s Great Beginnings – first place (romantic suspense) and 2019 Kiss of Death’s Daphne du Maurier – second place (single-title/unpublished division).
My completed works include To Make You Mine, Hit or Miss, Trapped in Epitome, Inflatable Men, Blind Conviction, Search and Seize Her, Full Disclosure, Honeymoon Period and Trace Evidence. Currently, I’m writing the sixth installment of the Kara Cinnamon mysteries, Repeat Offender. I strive for a career in high-impact, genre-bending fiction and reside in Florida with my husband and our nefarious alligator, Doris, who lurks behind our home, plotting our death.