It’s always the quiet ones. Mild-mannered Jenna Castille lives a rather normal life with
her husband and daughter in Las Vegas. Only her husband and closest friends know
about the twists and turns her imagination takes. She’s loved fantasy and horror
stories since childhood. Then she discovered erotic romance. As a writer, she never
could figure out which genre she liked better, so she decided throw them all in a pot and
see what came out.
Her husband still shakes his head every time she describes one of her plots, but he’s
always more than willing to help with any ‘hands on’ research she might require. And
her friends love to read her stories. They tell her that at least now they understand the
glassy stares and all the mumbling to herself. Happily, they don’t have to worry about
her anymore.
Being a writer is much better than being committed.
her husband and daughter in Las Vegas. Only her husband and closest friends know
about the twists and turns her imagination takes. She’s loved fantasy and horror
stories since childhood. Then she discovered erotic romance. As a writer, she never
could figure out which genre she liked better, so she decided throw them all in a pot and
see what came out.
Her husband still shakes his head every time she describes one of her plots, but he’s
always more than willing to help with any ‘hands on’ research she might require. And
her friends love to read her stories. They tell her that at least now they understand the
glassy stares and all the mumbling to herself. Happily, they don’t have to worry about
her anymore.
Being a writer is much better than being committed.
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