Vicky J. Rose was raised on the outskirts of a small Texas town with an intelligent bookworm older sister and a younger sister of unstable brilliance. Naturally she felt like Little Miss Left Out, so she walked the two miles into town almost every day to visit her grandparents who thrived on reliving the old days of Texas and thought Marshal Dillon was second only to Jesus in the eyes of God. A never-do-well in every other area of her life, she turned to writing. She is neither as attractive as her heroines, nor as good a cook as they are. She likes cooking for other people, however, even if her son only wants to eat the two g's--grease and gravy. She enjoys dancing, gardening, and playing cards although she's not good at any of them. Her dog is stubborn and hardly ever minds. Staying away from drugs and out of prison have been her biggest accomplishments. Her life's goal is to have at least one person cry at her funeral.