Jayne Fresina lives in upstate New York with her long-suffering husband and two, badly behaved spaniels. She loves chocolate, wine and a good book – preferably all at once. She sprouted up in England, as the youngest and much-harassed child in a family of four daughters. Entertained by her father’s quirky, colorful tales of his own youth growing up in The Fens, and surrounded by the commotion of opinionated elder sisters – all with far more exciting lives than hers – she had plenty of material for the stories she wrote in her head. In the beginning she didn’t dare write anything down, in case people thought she was odd; instead, she soothed the creative beast by treating her family to weekly dramatic performances, from a cupboard in her bedroom – one such performance being a one-woman, musical version of “Jaws” in three acts (intervals for ice-cream, of course). For some reason she never worried that might be perceived as “odd".
As an adult she finally began writing her stories down and now spends several hours each day, furthering the adventures of her beleaguered heroes and unstoppable heroines. Much less painful on the ears, she finds, but tougher on the fingers, and if she didn’t let those characters out into the world, they would probably never give her a moment’s peace. It’s her greatest hope that you get as much pleasure from reading her work, as she gets from creating and writing it.