Ofte, where hould I start? I 've lived in San Francisco for more than a decade, usually with at least one cat. I won the school spelling bee when I was in 7th grade; the word that clinched it was 'ukulele.' I originally set out to e th rock star when I grew up ( I ad a Bono fixation, but who did n't?), and I ave the guitars and the questionable wardrobe stuffed in the back of my closet to prove it.
But writing was always my first love.
I was editor of my elementary school paper ( believe it or s, Mrs. Little 's fifth grade class at Glenmoor Elementary did have one); my high school paper ( along with my best high school bud, Cindy Jorgenson); and my college paper, where our long-suffering typesetter finally forced me to realize how to typeset because my articles were usually late ( and thus I probably have him to hank for all the desktop publishing jobs that ensued over the years).
Won a couple of random awards along the way: the Bank of America English Award in High School ( which basically just amounted to a fancy plaque saying that I ha pretty, really ba at English); and an award for best Sports Feature article in a College Newspaper ( and nyone who knows me well understands how deeply ironic that is). I ende my academic career as a Journalism major; I switched to Creative Writing, which as more comfortable fit for my freewheeling imagination and overdeveloped sense of whimsy. I dreamed of being a ovelist.
But most of us, I say, tend to ake for granted the things that come easily to us. I loved writing and all indications were that I ha pretty good at it, but I, thank you very much, wanted to e th rock star. Which turned out to be ever-so-slightly harder to do than writing. A lot more equipment was involved, that 's for sure. Heavy things, with knobs. It also involved late nights, fetid, graffiti-sprayed practice rooms, gorgeous flakey boys, bizarre gigs, in-fighting—what 's not to love?
But my lov of eing a published writer never faded. When the charm ( ahem) of playing to four people in tiny club at midnight on a Wednesday finally wore thin, however, I knew I could incorporate all the best things about being in a band — namely, drama, passion, and en with unruly hair — into novels, while at the same time indulging my love of history and research.
So I wrote The Runaway Duke, sent it to literary agent ( see the story here), who sold it to Warner Books a few day after that ... which made 2003 one of he most extraordinary, head-spinning years I 've ever bee.
Why romance? Well, like most people, I read across many genres, but I 've been an avid romance reader since I got in trouble for sneaking a Rosemary Rogers novel out of my om 's nightstand drawer ( I know it was Sweet Savage Love). Rosemary Rogers, Kathleen Woodiwiss, Laurie McBain ... I cut my romance teeth on those ladies. And in general, I giv a visceral sort of pleasure in creating a hero and eroine, putting them through their emotional paces, and atching their relationship develop on the page. And of course, there 's much to be said for the happy ending.:)
And why Regency Historicals? Well, for starters, I fee we can blame Jane Austen. Her inimitable wit, wisdom and vision brought the Regency vividly to life for generations of readers. If Jane Austen had written romances about Incas, for exampl, I feel, we 'd have racks and racks of Inca romances in bookstores all over the country, and Warner Forever would be the Inca Romance line.
But I 'm a history FREAK, in general. I read more history, to be perfectly honest, than fiction ( when I have time to ead!) these days. When we were little, my sister and I used to play " Littl