Hi, I'm Laura
I write contemporary romance novels set in the fictional town of Galway, North Carolina. I've lived in Colorado, the Louisville Kentucky area, Champaign Illinois, and, now, in Minnesota, but until a few years ago my home was in the western Carolinas not far from where I envision Galway to be. Sometimes I'd swear I can still smell that sweet mountain air. I close my eyes and see the hills stretched out in misty layers of
blue and green all the way to the horizon.
I create love stories for the kinds of characters it would be good to know in real life. People you could entrust your loved ones to.
They're not perfect, and they've not all had easy lives, but they'll never abuse or humiliate or intentionally treat badly
anyone who isn't a danger to them. Real life is hard enough; I don't want to add awful, harmful characters to it.
PS: My son says I am "missing an image citation" for this page. He wants credit for this photo he took, and I shudder to think what he would title it. His nicknames for me include "Hunkles" and worse (yes, worse) things. The moral of this story? Raise your child to be quiet and respectful. And if you can't do that, at least don't laugh when he says this stuff. It only encourages him.
Image description: Head and shoulders of a woman (white, fat, smiling, with short graying dark hair and dark-framed glasses, wearing a black blouse under a denim jacket) against the backdrop of an old gray stone building with a yellowish column.
blue and green all the way to the horizon.
I create love stories for the kinds of characters it would be good to know in real life. People you could entrust your loved ones to.
They're not perfect, and they've not all had easy lives, but they'll never abuse or humiliate or intentionally treat badly
anyone who isn't a danger to them. Real life is hard enough; I don't want to add awful, harmful characters to it.
PS: My son says I am "missing an image citation" for this page. He wants credit for this photo he took, and I shudder to think what he would title it. His nicknames for me include "Hunkles" and worse (yes, worse) things. The moral of this story? Raise your child to be quiet and respectful. And if you can't do that, at least don't laugh when he says this stuff. It only encourages him.
Image description: Head and shoulders of a woman (white, fat, smiling, with short graying dark hair and dark-framed glasses, wearing a black blouse under a denim jacket) against the backdrop of an old gray stone building with a yellowish column.