Isabel Sharpe was not born pen-in-hand like so many of her fellow authors. After she quit work in 1994 to say home with her first-born son and nearly went out of her mind, she started writing. Yes, she was the cliched bored housewife writing romance, but it was either that cliche or seduce the mailman, and her mailman was unattractive. After more than twenty novels for Harlequin and the exciting new direction of women-focused stories for Avon Books, Isabel admits that her new mailman is gorgeous, but she’s still happy with her choice.
