What is your writing vice or must-haves? Post-its, two screens, glass of ice water.
Describe a perfect writing day. Sit all day in my writing cave undisturbed and write with a couple dog walks in between.
What are some of your go-to methods for writing? I’m a panster, so anything goes. I write chapters and scenes out of order, characters control the story, but somehow everything comes together in the end.
In an alternate reality, what would be your dream job? Graphic artist.
Favorite place you've visited? Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado
You have a time travel machine. Do you go to the past or future? And where/when? Future...the research and development department of Apple.
What do you like to do when not writing? Camping, hiking, kayaking, and reading.
Beach, lake, or mountains? Mountains
If you could meet one famous person, living or dead, who would it be? J. K Rowling
How about an excerpt from An Angel's Unintentional Entanglement...
Dislodged rocks and sticks bounced down the path ahead of him as he stopped to admire the view and noticed something in the brush.
She lay naked, battered, and beaten several yards off the trail. Her long, straight black hair fanned around her head, tangled with twigs and bits of grass. Caden moved silently toward her, stopped, and picked up a Bureau of Indian Affairs ID a few feet from where she lay. He stuffed it in his pocket while watching the surrounding area for signs of her attackers. Kneeling down at her side, he saw scratches and bruises on her high-sculpted cheekbones and her full lips had a shading of blue around them. He placed his hand lightly on her chest, felt a weak heartbeat and sensed a brave soul unwilling to give up. God, this is the last thing I need.
Summoning medical help here was futile. The altitude at 12,092 feet, combined with rocky terrain, made it difficult for most rescue vehicles. They’d be too late to save her. He slid his hands under her body. At his touch, a scene unfolded in his mind of snarling wolves, the valiant fight she waged against a male until she was too weak to defend herself any longer, then blackness. Anger surged through him as he carried her along the rocky path to the fifth wheel trailer he called home.