About The Author

I was born and raised on a small Northern California farm. Not only did my family live in the middle of nowhere, but my parents were gutsy enough to raise us like we were from “The Little House on the Prairie.” I had the head of a Chia Pet, a rowdy undisciplined mane pulled tightly back and braided, and saturated down with Dippity Doo gel. I was a classified dork. I dated no one, not by choice, but because I had the self esteem of a turnip. I didn’t have anything that was extraordinary, except whacked out hair.

I arrived in San Diego nearly ten years ago. I spent the first couple years ruling the small, stoner haven town of Ocean Beach. Later, I lived in the rocker area of North Park and after that skirted around the gay town of Hillcrest. What could be safer for a single woman than living in a gay town?

Currently I live in a small (650 square feet to be exact) but perfectly Feng Shui’d condo. You may be thinking to yourself, does Feng Shui really work? My love and romance corner is toppled with happiness symbols, rose candles and quartz rocks. There are stacks upon stacks of books about love. Everything is in two’s to promote togetherness. Yet still, I have not found Mr. Right. So no, Feng Shui is not working.

I spend my work week buying candy and pet food for an International Wholesale company, meaning I travel often outside of the country. I always make the most of my international adventures. That’s what makes up half my book! Yet the amount of men I meet who end up either married, or seventy years old and perverted, is beyond belief. On the other hand, the amount of great guys I have met on my travels is also amazing.

My friends are constantly reminding me, “Jenny, when you find that one and only, you are going to have a love that is stronger than most of us have ever known.” I have no doubt in my mind they are right. And that is why I refuse to give up and will continue to date.