I can’t remember why we met, but I imagine it was the perfect storm of Twitter and Authors after Dark.
It doesn’t really matter, does it?
Mel the real-life-person tickles the shit out of me and I’ve never once seen her be evil to any. She’s approachable and dear (and, I admit, fine as frog hair).
I met her before I read her, and I never have regretted once sucking her books dry like a reading vampire (a literary vampire? a word vampre? pooh… a WORDpire. I like it). I am an unabashed fan of the Santini books, not least of all because she writes San Antonio in a way that a hard-core Texas that has been there too many times too count could go… YES! YES, THAT! Her heroines make me smile, the brothers Santini (and yes, that’s how they’re called in my head) are hot as hell and real men.
I love them.
Not as much as I adore the writer, but close.
http://www.melissaschroeder.net — go. read. you’ll thank me.
Much love, y’all.