I have two claims to fame in the world of crime fiction. I share my date of birth with Kinsey Milhone, though unlike Kinsey, I’ve moved beyond the 1980s.
And in 2007, I was thrilled — and chilled — to make a guest appearance in Meg Gardiner’s thriller, The Dirty Secrets Club, as a victim who suffers a particularly horrible death.
I’ve been writing for more years than can be mathematically possible, considering my age. But I started young, age 9, with a mystery novel for a school assignment, complete with illustrations by the author.
Now I’ve left my day job behind me in the soul-searing world of corporate finance, to focus on murder and mayhem, with side trips into romance, where I’m published under another name.
I no longer illustrate my own stories.