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Christie Ridgway
The SUN rose on romance for me when I was 11 years
old and caught my first glimpse of that certain teen hottie
on the cover of a Tigerbeat magazine. Practical even
then, I realized that my chances of meeting dazzling
coverboy were slim, so I wrote my own reality in a series of
romantic stories (I was already dreaming of becoming a
published author) that I shared with my best friend.
Today, those stories are locked away in a box. The key is
lost, thank you God.
It was near the SURF in Santa Barbara that I found
the real man I would share my life with. We met my freshman
year at college during the Halloween Dance. He went as The
Wind. I didn't understand it then, I don't understand it
now. However, after our first meeting he called me
"Princess" when he saw me (later found out he couldn't
remember my name) and I discovered he could play the
"Peanuts" theme on the piano. Diplomas, first jobs, and a
few years later, we married and now have two sons.
Like waves crashing onto the SAND, my dream of
becoming a published author never ended. But still
practical, I worked for a number of years as a technical
writer and computer programmer. Then I rediscovered the joy
of romance novels between rounds of Lego-building and
reading GOODNIGHT MOON to my young sons. Mom had
always said I could do whatever I wanted, and now I knew
that I wanted to write books that provided entertainment and
emotional satisfaction.
SEX (threw that in to keep you reading!) is
not what my books are all about. Sure, there's sizzle on the
pages but there's also drama and then there's the suspense
of discovering how two people can find their
happily-ever-after. I believe in those, by the way. So come
on, let me tell you a love story. Let me take you to warm,
sexy, and romantic California.
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