Most of my stories are set where I live, in South Carolina, so expect the handsome stranger to come equipped with a slow southern drawl, y'all.
Widowed now, I can admit that during baseball season, I've been known to argue aloud with sportscasters and umpires in televised games. And win.
I'm addicted to hazelnut creamer and collecting cranberry glass. I like the music of Motown and when not writing about characters behaving badly, I take a stab at the occasional needlepoint canvas. One of these days, I might even complete one, but if it's true that she who dies with the most yarn wins, I'll take my trophy mounted on a walnut base, please.