I read my first historical romance when I was fourteen. I remember it distinctly. It was Georgette Heyer’s effervescent Lady of Quality, which my mom had gotten from her book club. The jacket cover had this elegantly dressed lady in a ruffled yellow skirt, dainty little sandals, and a bonnet.
Despite being over 5,000 miles from Bath, England, and understanding very little of the period terminology, I was instantly captivated. A smart, capable, independent heroine. A clever, dashing, irresistible hero. Crackling repartee. Who knew that conversation could be so incredibly romantic?
I’ve read a lot of romance since then — and I mean a lot — but it’s Heyer who’s probably had the strongest influence on me. I’m thrilled to now be writing my own historical romances, and it’s with a respectful tip of my hat (a high-poke bonnet, of course) that I’ve set my first three books in the United Kingdom in 1811, just when the Regency era had officially begun.
When I’m not writing, I like to read (of course), bake (not to brag, but my chocolate-chip cookies are amazing), go to museums (all kinds, and in particular I highly recommend the Museum of Bad Art in Boston if you ever get a chance to visit it), and travel with my intrepid family.