Dear Reader,

Thank you for clicking through to my section of Scorched Sheets. Since you’re here, I’m going to assume you’re curious about me and the stories I write. I’m never quite sure what to say about them because they’re so often greatly varied from one project to the next. However, I can say one common thread from project to project, at least in my mind, is sunset.

I love sunset for the colors, for the change in temperature, for the slow-down of day, the tiptoe into night. Summer twilight is the loveliest: sweat begins to cool, muscles are lethargic after a day of work or play in the heat. The coming evening is as full of opportunity as the morning was twelve hours ago.

I also love it for the…universal quality of the time, the setting. My imagination isn’t loyal to a place or time, or even a world, but if a sunset is possible, love and desire are possible.

Magic happens at sunset. Dragon winds blow through the French doors in a Manhattan apartment. Shapeshifters stretch the feline from their backs and purr for their lovers. Vampires wake hungry and eager a fading glimpse of the forbidden. Cowboys drop their saddle bags and reach for the woman beneath her pins and lace. Lonely women check into motels and bare themselves for strangers. So much magic from such a mundane experience.

Sunset. Thrill. Sex. Curiosity. Experimentation. Everything you can’t do by day, but are too afraid to try at night.

Every idea I have is a new opportunity for me to discover what happens as the sun goes down, to discover the next rush of lust and love. I hope you enjoy what I’ve already found and I hope you’ll return often to find out what I’ve discovered since your last visit.

Sincerely,