From shy Australian school kid to secretary, carer to university student, graduate to wife and mother, to records manager and trainee archivist, I have always made up stories and loved romance. A chance conversation overheard on a bus, a sad faced girl in the rain, a child playing, a pensive man … anything is fodder for a story. Because my whole life involves constant contact with people from all walks of life, the stories weave themselves. But even solitary study times have always been punctuated with long spells of daydreaming myself into the pages of the works I was studying. There is always human nature intruding itself: romance, love, hate, tragedy and triumph can all be found in the driest tome if you imagine hard enough. The stray word, the odd acerbic insight, the momentary dropping of the rhetorical guard: these are treasures I have stored up and woven into my stories. Life has given me many friends, adventures and experiences and taken me all sorts of wonderful places. All have their stories, characters and snippets of information logged away for further reference — the more offbeat the better. Writing a romance novel is another career first, and a new and exciting creative experience.