About Julie

My mother swears I could read by the time I was two. I don't know about that, but some of my earliest memories involve books and creating my own stories. I always wanted to write. Yup, I was one of those kids who spent her time in school daydreaming.

As with a lot of things in my life, I traveled a rambling path to becoming an author. When I attended Iowa State University I wanted to study journalism, but I had to take a test to enter the program. I don't remember a single thing about the test, except that I failed. At the time I was taking a sociology course I loved, and I thought maybe this was a sign that I wasn't meant to be a journalist, and I changed my major.

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Iowa State is also where I met the man who became my husband of thirty-three years. He was a year ahead of me in school, and we married and moved to Texas before I graduated. Again, I took a detour. I worked various jobs including one as a contact lens technician for an optomotrist while I waited to get residency. (Out of state tuition was a killer even in those days!) Eventually I did graduate from the University of Texas at Dallas with a degree in Sociology, and I worked as case manager before having my children.
 
The moment I held the first of my three sons, I knew I couldn't put him in daycare to work with other people's children. While I loved being a stay at home mom, I discovered a downside--brain mush, and I turned to writing stories to challenge my mind and save my sanity. The jury's still out on whether or not it saved my sanity, but I remembered how much I loved writing.

More years later than I care to admit, on March 17, 2011, I sold my novel Big City Cowboy to Harlequin American. Now I write full time in Dallas where I live with my husband, our youngest son, two lovable black dogs, one mischievous brown one, and a turtle. When I find a little quiet time--which is more often now that my two oldest sons are out on their own--I enjoy making jewelry, refinishing old furniture, remodeling our house (I own my own wetsaw!) and of course, reading a good book.