Most people think I'm an introvert, the quiet girl, the one lurking in the corner of a high-end coffee shop, sipping my chai tea, glancing at them, glancing at you. I certainly look the part. To see me, you'd think I belonged in the forest, running free with a group of sweet-faced fairies, instead of sitting in front of my laptop, feverishly penning my next racy scene. Maybe I am introverted. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm a proper girl sometimes, and an entirely different girl other times. Read my books. Tell me what you think.