A friend I went to college with is a real lover of romance novels. She and I were on the subway in New York going somewhere I can't remember. I'd brought a book with me. I was and am never without something to read. She asked what I was reading and I turned the book cover over to show her the title of the Harlequin Presents novels I was deep into. Then I made a stupid comment; "These books are so easy, I could write this."

Well she dared me and I took up the gauntlet and put my mind to it. I went home to write the book. I was going to do it that weekend. Another stupid thought. I sat down with pencil and yellow legal pads and began writing a novel for Harlequin Presents. IT TOOK ME A YEAR, but I finished it. In writing it I discovered I loved to write.

I think, in the back of my mind, I always wanted to be a writer but never really thought I could. That first manuscript never sold, but it taught me to love the process of creation, so I continued, writing three more complete novels before I found an editor to liked the way I wrote. She bought Whispers of Love, my first published novel and I'm now on the tenth book to that publishing house.