I grew up right down the road from a horse farm. Not so much a full blown ranch, but tons of horses, cattle, and hard-working cowboy/cowgirl types. Their daughter was my age and was my best friend growing up. I was the greenhorn, the city girl turned country, and I adored horses, which they had plenty of J
Often when I’m writing a scene for my historical writings and I am knee deep in Davis children running around the Bar D, I think back to the sights, smells, and work involved in working with horses. I think about the stories I would hear the ‘grown ups’ talking about when they would do a round up in Wyoming. I fell in love with the state back in those days and when I began writing historical romance, there was no other setting I could imagine. I’ve never been through Wyoming or even out there to visit. I’ve done most of my visiting via the internet and through my 100+ year old encyclopedias.
My paranormal romances begin on the outskirts of Savannah. Being born in Georgia and having spent my childhood running back and forth from Indiana to this beautiful state, I’ve always been a Georgia girl at heart. There is just something mysterious about the south, ancient, and it calls to my soul. So when penning Into the Darkness I couldn’t think of a better place than an area where you can smell the earth after an evening rain. Or where the night sky seemingly reaches right down and caresses one’s skin.