C.J. Love-Jones is the bestselling author of nothing. Yet. But she wants to be.

 Her alter ego has had some success in nonfiction—but writing fiction under a pen name? It's like turning fifty and finding out you’re pregnant. Starting over is hard—all chaos and praying for miracles. But still... the best thing that ever happened.

 For now, she’s writing from her backyard greenhouse in Fargo, where it feels like a tropical jungle while outside it’s all wind and snow—because there’s nothing she’d rather be doing. 

 Gloria Steinem said it best: “Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else.”

 C.J.’s real life reads like a cliché-riddled romance novel: passionate love affair, dreamy husband, wild children, rescued animals, and a good bottle of wine in the hot tub by candlelight.

 But her books? They’re anything but cliché. She writes for readers like herself who have the attention span of a fungus gnat—readers who need to be sucked in on page one and held hostage until the very end.

 C.J. crafts the stories she loves to read—packed with tension, passion, seduction, transformation, and a good dose of compassion for animals.

 Maybe someday one will hit the big time. She hopes so. But either way, she’s already living her storybook dream—and if no one else notices, her dogs still think she’s a big deal.