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Deb Marlowe grew up in
Pennsylvania with her nose in a book. Luckily, she’d read enough
romances to recognize the true modern hero she met at a college
Halloween party—even though he wore a tuxedo t-shirt instead of
breeches and tall boots. They married, settled in North Carolina
and produced two handsome, intelligent and genuinely amusing
boys.
Though she spends much of her time with her nose in her
laptop, for the sake of her family she does occasionally abandon
her inner world for the domestic adventure of laundry, dinner
and carpool. Despite her sacrifice, not one of the men in her
family is yet willing to don breeches or tall boots. She’s
working on it.
Deb would love to hear from readers! You can
contact her at
deb@debmarlowe.com |
