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The SUN
rose on romance for me when I was 11 years old and caught
my first glimpse of that certain teen hottie on the cover
of a Tigerbeat magazine. Practical even then, I realized
that my chances of meeting dazzling coverboy were slim,
so I wrote my own reality in a
series of romantic stories
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(I was already dreaming of becoming
a published author) that I shared with my best friend.
Today, those stories are locked away in a box. The key is lost,
thank you God.
It was near the SURF in
Santa Barbara that I found the real man I would share my life
with. We met my freshman year at college during the Halloween
Dance. He went as The Wind. I didn't understand it then, I
don't understand it now. However, after our first meeting
he called me "Princess" when he saw me (later
found out he couldn't remember my name) and I discovered
he could play the "Peanuts" theme on the piano.
Diplomas, first jobs, and a few years later, we married and
now have two sons.
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the SAND, my dream of becoming a published
author never ended. But still practical, I worked for
a number of years as a technical writer and computer programmer.
Then I rediscovered the joy of romance novels between
rounds of Lego-building and reading GOODNIGHT MOON to
my young sons. Mom had always said I could do whatever
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knew that I wanted to write books that
provided entertainment and emotional satisfaction.
SEX (threw that in
to keep you reading!) is not what my books are all about.
Sure, there's sizzle on the pages but there's also drama and
then there's the suspense of discovering how two people can
find their happily-ever-after. I believe in those, by the
way. So come on, let me tell you a love story. Let me take
you to warm, sexy, and romantic California.
Christie Ridgway
talktoChristie@christieridgway.com
P.O. Box 3803
La Mesa, CA 91944
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