Booktrope author. From my book: International man of mystery, able to split infinitives with a single bound, faster than a speeding semicolon, and equally inept in several languages, including hieroglyphics, R. Harrison has taken a break from making the world safer for computers to write sweet romantic and historical fiction. A mild-mannered professor by day (hey, it's a job), a dashing author by night, and an all around great guy, he writes his own biography. Some parts of which might be true. What more can I say? Other than which parts are true.