I am a gay man living in Missouri. I can hear the gasps already!! How very un-chic of me, yes I know. It was here I was born, and here I have stayed.
I’m currently single, but always looking for that special someone that makes my heart skip a beat as well as being able to put up with neurotic litte ‘ole me. The worst thing about being a romance writer is finding a real-life hottie who can live up to the fantasy I create in my head and subsequently thrust upon him before actually getting to know him. I can hear you getting all judgie, it’s an occupational hazard! To all my past and future boyfriends, my sincerest apologies, I can’t help myself!
I was the youngest of four children and the only boy, so needless to say, I was spoiled rotten. I’ve always had an extravagant fantasy life. When I played with my Star Wars action figures as a child, I liked to make up my own stories. Naturally, Luke Skywalker and Han Solo were totally meant for each other, and Princess Leia made a bitchin’ wise-cracking fag-hag.
I somehow managed to survive high school living in a small racist town in Southeast Missouri and emerged unscathed, realizing life was too short to pretend to be anything other than who I was. I was the little homo that could. So damn it, I did! It was all very Lifetime Movie Network meets After School Special, I assure you.
After a few stints in college, I eventually signed up for a Creative Writing course. I took the class because there were no tests. For once my scholastic laziness paid off, and I found an outlet for all the fantasies running amuck in my head. It was love at first write, and I’ve been doing it off and on ever since.
Now I’ve decided it’s time to un-barricade the doors and unleash my imagination onto the world. So very sorry world!! My fantasy life is now available for public consumption and I’m desperately hoping you’re really, really hungry.