Kristin Cross was a mostly obedient child—unless her mom wanted her to put her book down.
She grew up in the Rockies and traveled with her family enough to want to travel more and have adventures in all those exotic looking places on the map that she hasn’t been to—yet. Now, as an adult, she also loves relaxing at home in the mountains and coming up with stories about those places.
Motherhood has been her best time yet, and she wishes she’d had more than just four marvelous children. She loves a good storm, a beautiful sunset, the wind in her face, puppies, and fresh mangos with her shrimp.
And her husband, DJ. She truly adores DJ.
Author’s note
Growing up, my dad raised really well bred race horses. To that end, we trailered broodmares all over the country to the stallions. Often, the stallions resided in Texas or Oklahoma, where men are still masculine, women are treasured, and you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a horse barn where even the stall bedding glistens and sparkles.
As a small child I was too wimpy for the spicy Tex-Mex food, but I loved the sassy spirit and, of course, the smoky sexy southern accents from those places. Call me a romantic if you must, but to me, those y’alls are still the stuff heroes are made of.
Kristin
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