![]() While Rick completed his military service, I worked as a secretary and read. When I miscarried, I dealt with the grief by reading. Though not as explicit as what’s on the market today, the romances of the 1970s and ’80s left me “high.” Who doesn’t want to experience falling in love over and over again? The publishing industry was experiencing a boom, and stores of all kinds had shelves full of romance novels. We tend to frame addiction as substance abuse, but most anything that consumes our attention and energy or serves as an escape can be an addiction. Soon after marrying Rick, I became hooked on romance. Rick’s mom gave me mysteries, and gothic, historical, and contemporary romances. My parents read too, always nonfiction, anything from building a house to camping and vegetable gardening. My in-laws were voracious fiction readers. Rick and I married soon after I finished college. ![]() Unsure what I would write, I headed off to college and majored in English with an emphasis on creative writing and a minor in journalism. My mother, a nurse, kept a diary my father, while recuperating from a heart attack, wrote two nonfiction books on police work. I grew up in a Christian home in Pleasanton, a small town east of San Francisco. ![]() I knew from the time I was a child that I would be a writer. ![]()
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