I've been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. I just love to get lost in other worlds... other people's lives... to laugh and cry and suffer with them... Romance is my favorite genre. But it has to be real; something I can relate to. Being in my 30s, I've read thousands of stories. Some excellent, some memorable, some average, some that had me wondering from the very first page how in the world did the things get published in the first place! I would find myself tweaking and editing the stories. I'd change names, shave beards and mustaches off, move the thing to a different location and more than once gave certain characters a lobotomy, I was so annoyed at their personalities. I was convinced I could be an amazing editor, but never once did it occur to me to be a writer.
Until a few months ago. Almost five, to be exact.
Every day, a dear friend of mine and a writer, would run ideas by me. I'd listen, give my opinion and even ideas I had. I was convinced same could just be developed by another person. Embry, my friend, took some of them and did just that and I've got to say, I loved most of the stuff Embry came up with, but just like with the books I read, I found myself tweaking and editing. Turns out I had a very strong idea of who those characters were and the path they were supposed to follow and somewhere along the way my suggestions became a collaboration project. I am excited about it, I must admit. Not only because I am sharing this journey with one of my dearest friends, but also because we are writing a genre that is very close to my heart: m/m romance. I have several gay friends, both male and female and I am a passionate pro gay rights advocate and I'll do my best to do good by my characters as they all carry a little piece of my real friends in them.
