Margaret Locke writes romance that makes you laugh, makes you cry, and makes you think. Because love matters.
Don’t tell my mom, but I started reading romance at the age of ten. I’d worked my way through all of the children’s books available in the local bookmobile, so I turned to the adult section, where I spied a cover featuring a woman in a flowing green dress. The back said something about a pirate. I was hooked (and still wish I could remember the name of that fateful book!).
My delight in witty repartee between hero and heroine, in the age-old dance of attraction vs. resistance, in the emotional satisfaction of a cleverly achieved Happily Ever After followed me through high school, college, even grad school. But it wasn’t until I turned forty that I finally made good on my teenage vow to write said novels, not merely consume them.
I live in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley in Virginia with my fantastic husband, two fabulous kids, and two fat cats. You can usually find me in front of some sort of screen (electronic or window); I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not an outdoors person.