When I was in my earlier teens my mom gave me this amazing book. It had everything in it. Vampires, werewolves, werecats, demons, spirits, murder, crooked cops, psychics, psychos, and there was even a mention of mountain trolls.

It was dark, gritty, sexy, and action packed. From the first page I was nose deep in this bad boy. You had to pry it from my hands, I just refused to put it down. I had never read anything like it before.

It wasn’t until years later that I even learned the name of the genre that I this booked belonged too, though I had dug up some similar titles along the way. I think that this was partly due to the fact that most of the time I actually read romance novels. Heart pounding, bodice ripping, macho male romance novels. I read them without shame. Out in public I flashed their provocative covers around for the world to see. Sure sometimes people liked to tease me about it, but I was fully confident in my choice of reading materials.

I always thought that I would write romance novels. It just seemed like most natural genre for me. But whenever I put pen to paper there always just seemed to be more morning-stars than making out.

Later, as I tried to put a name to the style of writing I was continuously drawn to, I learned that the genre I was writing was urban fantasy. I also learned that Laurell K Hamilton is considered one of the founding mothers of the genre.

I am so grateful to my mom, because Ms.Hamilton’s “Blue Moon” opened a door to a world that I absolutely love. Where everything and anything can and does happen. It takes the very best of every genre and smashes them together in ways that always keep you guessing. And I can only hope that one day someone picks up one of my books and is able to have that same magnificent experience.