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 am currently single, but always looking for that special someone that makes my heart skip a beat -- in addition to being able to put up with my neurotic ass. The worst thing about being a romance writer is finding a real-life hottie that 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! 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 Southwest 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.