Hello there.

If you read that heading in an Ewan-McGregor-as-Obi-Wan-Kenobi voice, let’s be friends.

I’m Jen. I’m a former ecology academic turned professional photographer turned software support pro moonlighting as an author. I’m a lifelong lover of scary movies and romance novels, both of which I was probably first exposed to far too young. But the pre-teen heart wants what it wants, and my angsty little Xennial heart wanted terror and lusty pining. I think Ripley and Hicks should have kissed, Ben Solo deserved better, and Disney should’ve given Elsa a girlfriend.

I love: campfires, Hot Tamales, sour cream as a French fry condiment, the smell of used bookstores, World of Warcraft, single-origin coffee, my 85mm f/1.8G camera lens, public radio, Hefeweizen, slipper socks, boardgames, marching bands, hiking, traveling with my family, and people who don’t take themselves too seriously.

I’m married to a hot nerd who I met on the Internet, and now twenty years later we’re raising three bright, feminist, kick-ass kids. We also have two ill-mannered rescue mutts – I’d have a whole pack of them (dogs, not kids) if I could, but there’s only so much room on the bed, you know?

I’m an adult-diagnosed ADHD’er, an outgoing introvert and occasional foulmouth (apologies to my mom, my dad, my kids’ teachers, and the hosts of any panels or podcasts I’m a guest on), a Gandalf stan, thrift store enthusiast, nonsense repudiator, kindness evangelist, and unapologetic dirt-lover. I think the world would be a better place if everyone read romance novels.