When Amanda was ten-years old, she wrote her first book. It was seven pages long and it chronicled the transatlantic crossing of a runaway young gentlewoman named Lady Katherine LeBlanc. She wanted to escape an arranged marriage and make her way in America. But little did she know, the captain knew who she was, for he was a spy for the realm. During the crossing, he won her trust and affection. But when the ship sailed into Boston Harbor she discovered his true identity and ran away, leaving Captain Andrew Black to travel the dangerous trails across a young America to find his love and prove his fidelity to her heart and not the Crown. And so began Amanda's love for romance. She spent her adolescent and teen years entrenched in every romance she could get her hands on. Opening a good novel provided an escape into a world rife with danger and intrigue. The reader could travel to cities where beautiful women inspired poetry, duels and wars. Her gowns were always silk, her skin luminescent and her body untouched (at least at first). Making it through high school unscathed, Amanda knew she was going to be a writer. She just didn't know what to write. She'd read in books that writers should write what they know. Regrettably, at the age of nineteen years, Amanda knew very little. She wanted to write romances, but she hadn't been abducted by a scandalous trader who sold her to a devilishly handsome sheik. Nor had Amanda crossed the U.S. by rail and fallen in love with a cowboy who was fighting a villan for his family's ranch. In addition, she had no practical knowledge of where to find an emotionally-scarred widower doctor who was tormented by the death of his wife. Though it was later discovered that Amanda's love would heal his wounded heart. So, she went to college at the Ohio State University. While there, she decided that her desire to write would have to be for newspapers. Amanda studied journalism and even worked for a time at the school newspaper as a staff photographer. That position afforded her the opportunity to travel with the football team. In addition, Amanda covered semi-professional hockey and soccer. It was a stellar experience and her only regret was that her superfluous bashfulness prohibited her from experiencing a few romantic entanglements. However, Amanda never lost her love for romance. And when she was twenty-two years old, another novel poured from her soul. This one had all the elements she loved: sassy yet innocent heroine, dashing suitor, mysterious locales and lots of fooling around. It's still in a box in her closet. Then, in her early forties and tired of the corporate world she quit her job and regretted it almost immediately. But roughly ten minutes later, she was at peace with her decision and began to write again. At any given moment she has around 400 books on her eReader at any given time. Paranormal and contemporary romances are two particular favorites. But she can get down with a good YA book as long as it's not too young. She loves music but couldn't carry a tune if it came with a handle. To Amanda, vampires, ghosts and demons exist. Fairies, werewolves and succubi do not. That would just be silly. She is vehemently opposed to the Oxford comma. And she once convinced her entire fifth grade class that she was, in fact, French. She doesn't know how to drive a car with a manual transmission. She refuses to learn to play euchre. And finally Amanda believes she was Catherine the Great in a past life.