Dreams are funny things.
My father knew I was destined to become a writer when he found I’d scrawled the letters “JBON” (my version of Jean at the time) in a copy of Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations when I was barely three years old. It seems that, even then, I knew my name should be on a book.
I graduated to writing short stories in high school–wonderful, sentimental tales that I kept in a notebook and loaned out to my classmates during lunch. The stories were full of love, dreams and happy ever afters. I loved romance, in all its forms, and it was around this time that my Aunt Sophie started passing on her old Harlequins to me. That was it; I was in love.
I graduated to reading family sagas by Danielle Steele and Judith Krantz, as well as sweeping historicals by Bertrice Small and Kathleen Woodiwiss, and all the while–through high school and college, marriage and babies–I was thinking about the book I would write someday. When I finally did it, there was nothing sweeping or grand about my story. It was about home, family, and finding the one who made your heart beat a little faster.
I’m a native Long Islander and I imagine that conjures an image of big hair and a nasally accent, but that’s not the Long Island that I know. I was raised in a north shore town that once would have been called bucolic and now people call trendy. I married my high school sweetheart and my children were born in the same hospital as I was. It gives me a sense of history. A sense of home. And I love that.
Like most women, I wear a lot of hats. When I was in college, I planned on becoming a famous sportscaster. However, never being objective, I leaned more toward the publicity side of the business, doing work for local papers and local teams. But the plan took a detour and I found myself in the front a classroom, teaching English. Teaching was in my blood, and I was hooked.
Now, I’m a mom, a wife, a teacher, a librarian and a contemporary romance author. It’s the last part—the romance author—that’s allowed me to connect with all of you.
The writing is a natural extension of who I am and I use all my experiences and sometimes my love of sports for inspiration. I find characters in schools, boardrooms, hospitals, shops, construction sites, courtrooms, patrol cars, farms, and libraries; some come to life on imaginary playing fields and in ice rinks. Eventually, everything ties together. Everything becomes about people taking risks to be happy. About believing in someone. In the end, my books are about finding that special place to call home, finding comfort, and from those things, finding love. I truly believe that’s all most of us want–to have our dreams come true.
My family is my world. I have a wonderful, handsome husband, who is my very own love story, and three incredible kids whom I consider my best work. We live with three lovable dogs, and a whole lot of chaos.
Drop me a note, ask a question, and let me know what you think of my books! I adore hearing from readers, so stay in touch.
My Cast of Characters
MH: (My Hero) My darling husband, so named because he’s the best man I know. He’s better looking than the day I married him and a little more ornery, but he loves me and that’s the best of all. Oh, can I mention he looks hot in a toolbelt?
The Offspring: O1, O2, and O3. Two girls and a boy, ages 27, 25 and 23, respectively. Technically adults, they’re making their way in the world and surprise me everyday. I’ll tell you, this adult kid thing is working out for me. (But they will always be my babies.)
The Son-In-Law: O1 was just married. He’s a bit serious, and sometimes I think he doesn’t know what to make of me, but he loves oldest and makes her happy. That’s most important.
Me: That little girl who was always destined to have her name on the front of a book.
My brother-in-law is often hard to find, but I adore him anyway.
My mother-in-law, lives half a block away…not so hard to find.
My brother and MH’s sister live a distance, but sometimes make an appearance. It’s usually colorful.
The Puppies: Holly, Casey and Riley
The Grandpuppy: (O1’s dog) Nelly. She visits often.