Stephanie Julian in her own words ...

I love a good happy ending. I have for as long as I can remember. And I’ve always been a reader. But when I found my mom’s stash of romance novels hidden under her bed, I knew they were much more interesting than the books in the school library.

I devoured Rosemary Rogers, Bertrice Small and, most especially, Kathleen Woodiwiss. When I’d exhausted those, I moved on to Harlequins. I read Judith Krantz and Stephen King and Anne Rice. I went to college and studied Shakespeare and the Brontes. And lots of old dead white guys. I don’t read much of those anymore. When I graduated and thought, what do you do with a BA in English (if you sang that, you’re my people), I got a job writing for the daily local newspaper.

I discovered how to write clean and tight and condense a three-hour meeting with a mob of residents pissed off about a sewer system overhaul into 15 inches in 20 minutes. And at night I read Maggie Shayne, Kelley Armstrong, J.R. Ward, Nalini Singh, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Laurel K. Hamilton, Lora Leigh and Suzanne Brockmann.

After my sons were born, I freelanced, working at home in my drafty attic office, and developed a two-Harlequin-book-a-day habit that turned into a writing habit. My first attempts at romance were firmly rooted in the Harlequin tradition and I sold my first two romances to Avalon Books under the name Stephanie Scott.

But writing sweet romances was not what I'd had in mind. I contracted my first erotic romance to Ellora's Cave and never looked back.
Now I write sexy series that combine sultry heat with sweet heart.

I'm happily married to a Springsteen fanatic and the mother of two sons who introduced me to the joys of sad, angry boys who scream about bad relationships.