A self-professed lifelong dabbler, E.S. Tremayne is a rabid reader of all things romance, from the lightest and fluffiest to the darkest and most depraved. Her own writing swings toward the darker side with frequent pockets of humor sprinkled throughout. She loves to write stories that make her readers snort-laugh one moment and reach for the tissue box the next. E.S. lives with her radically protective husband and somewhat less protective Labrador Retriever – unless you plot to steal his tennis balls.