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MY FAVORITE...

:: MOVIE
A&E’s Pride & Prejudice

:: T.V. SHOW(S)
The Office (both American & British), The Wire, The Sopranos, Rescue Me.

:: BROADWAY SHOW
Les Miserables

:: HISTORICAL ROMANCE NOVEL
The Bride, Julie Garwood

:: CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE NOVEL
Lady Be Good, Susan Elizabeth Phillips

:: NOT A ROMANCE NOVEL
Persuasion, Jane Austen

:: OLD MOVIE STAR
Errol Flynn

:: ACTOR
Gerard Butler

:: ACTRESS
Nicole Kidman

:: MUSICAL GROUP
Metallica

:: SONG
Voices by Godsmack

:: TRAVEL DESTINATION
London

:: FOOD
Mexican

:: DESSERT
Strawberry Shortcake

:: RESTAURANT
Bueno Bueno, Mountain View, CA

:: SPORT
downhill skiing

:: SPORT TO WATCH
Baseball (big surprise)

:: COLOR
Blue

:: TOY
Tivo

:: ITEM OF CLOTHING
Jeans (currently True Religion, but it's always changing!)

:: MAGAZINE
Vanity Fair

:: BEACH OR MOUNTAINS?
Mountains

Monica's Bio

What do you get when you mix a legal career, a baseball career, motherhood, and a love of history with a voracious reader? In my case, a Historical Romance Author.

Like most writers, I’ve always loved to read. Growing up in California there was always plenty to do outside, but all too often I could be found inside curled up with a book (or two or three). I started with the usual fare: The Little House on the Prairie series, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit, Watership Down, Nancy Drew, and everything by Judy Blume. Once I cleared off my bookshelf, I started swiping books from my mom. Some, like Sidney Sheldon’s The Other Side of Midnight, probably weren’t the most appropriate choice for a pre-adolescent—although they were definitely illuminating. I can still remember the look of abject horror on my mom’s Catholic-girl-face when I asked her what a virgin was. After that rather brief conversation, she paid a little closer attention to what had disappeared off her book shelf, and steered me in the direction of Harlequin and Barbara Cartland romances. I was hooked. I quickly read through the inventory of the local library and was soon buying bags of romances at garage sales.

In high school, with the encouragement of my father (who I think was a little concerned about the steady diet of romances), I read over eighty of the Franklin Library’s One Hundred Greatest Books ever written—including Tolstoy, Confucius, Plato, and the entire works of Shakespeare. Some of them were tough going for a teenager, but the experience would prove an invaluable foundation for college. After reading War and Peace, I wasn’t easily intimidated.

After graduation, I loaded up the VW (Jetta not Bus) and trekked down I-5 to attend the University of Southern California, majoring in Political Science and minoring in English (see why all that reading helped!). I joined the Kappa Kappa Gamma sorority, and when I wasn’t studying or at football games, did my best to support the local bartending industry. Ah, the good old days.

With that kind of fun, four years of college wasn’t quite enough. So leaving Tommy Trojan behind, I traveled back up north to Palo Alto for three more years of study at Stanford Law School. Once I survived the stress of the first semester, law school proved to be one of the best times of my life—garnering me a JD, life-long friends, a husband, and an unexpectedly intimate knowledge of baseball. (See “The Baseball Odyssey” below).

Law School was also where I fell in love with Scotland. In my third year, I took a Comparative Legal History class, and wrote a paper on the Scottish Clan System and Feudalism. So I immediately dropped out of law school and went on to write Scottish Historical Romances…well no, not quite. You see, I always knew I wanted to be a lawyer. My father was a lawyer, I was a “poet” (i.e., not into math), and I love to argue. It seemed natural.

So I finished law school, got married, passed the CA bar, moved to Minnesota (with a few stops along the way), waived into the MN bar, worked as a litigator for a few satisfying years, moved back to CA, had a couple of kids, realized that a legal career and being a single parent for most of the year (due to husband's career) would be extremely difficult, and THEN decided to sit down and write.

And how did I end up writing romance? It’s not as divergent as it seems. What I loved about being a lawyer are the same things I love about being a writer—research and writing. The only thing missing is the arguing, but that’s what a husband and kids are for, right?

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I still remember walking into my first San Francisco chapter meeting of the Romance Writers of America in July 2002 and gazing with awe at the talented group of published writers who called the San Francisco Bay Area home. Little did I know that a few short years later I would be a part of this amazing group.

A few months after that first meeting, I met Jami Alden and Bella Andre, only to discover that we had all attended Stanford at about the same time. We decided to form a “critique group” and quickly became close friends. Bella sold virtually right away to Ellora’s Cave in the spring of 2003 and then to Pocket the following year. Within the next year Jami sold to Kensington and I sold to Ballantine.

The Fog City Divas:  From L to R Back Row:  Jami Alden, Karin Tabke, Barbara Freethy; Middle Row:  Candice Hern and Carol Culver/Grace; Front Row: Allison Brennan, Kate Moore, me, Bella Andre.  Not pictured: Brenda Novak

About the time of Jami’s sale, we were invited to lunch by three of the big authors in our chapter: Barbara Freethy, Candice Hern, and Carol Grace/Culver—three of the “Fog City Divas.” Once we got over a very big case of “Oh My God!” we all had so much fun together that we decided to meet again the following month. And the next. And the next. The Divas were an invaluable source of industry information and we (the three neophytes) couldn’t get enough. Soon we were all brainstorming titles, hooks, and plots together.

Jami, Bella, and I were thrilled to be asked to join the Fog City Divas in June 2006. The Fog City Divas are a group of ten multi-published authors and three honorary divas who all call the extended San Francisco bay area home. We get together to blog and promote our books and romance. Come visit us at www.fogcitydivas.com.

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In my second year of law school, I met my husband Dave—an all-American first baseman and College Baseball Player of the Year for Stanford. Right after our engagement in 1991, Dave was drafted third overall by the Minnesota Twins, beginning a strange journey that would last 15 years through 9 different baseball organizations, 7 different big league teams, and finally, an end to an 86-year-old curse.

But we didn’t know that then. Then we thought Dave would be a Minnesota Twin for the foreseeable future. So in 1993 after a short swing past AA Orlando and AAA Portland, we loaded up the truck and moved to…no, not Beverly Hills, but Minneapolis.

I worked for two years at a fantastic law firm in Minneapolis (I’d passed the California bar and waived into Minnesota’s) doing mostly copyright and antitrust litigation. Unfortunately, Dave’s career with the Twins didn’t last. He was traded to the San Francisco Giants (via the Cincinnati Reds) in 1995 and we moved back to California.

The Giants were the beginning of a long roller coaster ride for Dave in the major and minor leagues that continued with the Seattle Mariners, the Detroit Tigers, the Oakland A’s (twice), the Kansas City Royals, the Tampa Bay Devil Rays (don’t ask), and the Boston Red Sox. Through it all, the kids and I stayed in California; commuting when we could to whatever city Dave happened to be living in at the time. But perseverance was rewarded when he was part of the 2004 World Champion Boston Red Sox. Dave’s baseball career ended in 2005, but the hysteria surrounding the World Series was an experience we’ll never forget.

Those of you who live in New England might see him occasionally as a baseball analyst for NESN (New England Sport Network—home of the Red Sox).

Unfortunately, I don’t have any cards, balls, bats or jerseys to send you, but if you want to send him a note, here is a special email address for people to find him right here: He checks it about once a month. He’s also been known to pop in on my blog.