Cait Jarrod

As a child, she entertained herself for hours playing pretend, but not with dolls and such. She created stories and pictured them in her mind, sometimes even acted them out. Her well preserved secret until now. Not being a literary enthusiast, she never thought her childhood pastime would lead in this direction.

In life, one door closes and another opens, so she was told. This was true for her. She lost her mother, her best friend, to cancer. After a year without her, she picked up her mother’s favorite hobby… reading. After one book, a romantic suspense, she was hooked. In the past, she’d fall asleep after a few minutes of reading. Now, books rank up there with a good red wine. It didn’t take long for her childhood muse to come back in adult version urging her to put the scenes in her head on paper.