Long ago in a suburb of Pittsburgh, JB Schroeder hid one of her mom’s novels, a Kathleen Woodiwiss, in her nightstand drawer to be savored after lights out. Certainly she was too young to be reading anything that enthralling, but the die was cast.
She declared creative writing as her major at Penn State with the goal of becoming a romance writer, however she wasn’t willing to become a starving artist right out of school. The next best thing (one level above starving): a career in publishing as a book designer in New York City.
After a few ill-timed starts and many years of membership in Romance Writers of America and New Jersey Romance Writers, JB is finally making the dream a priority. Somehow, someway, somewhere between the demands of a busy career and a thriving family, she’s writing contemporary romantic suspense and enjoying every minute. Which means, her own story is to be continued…
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