L.L. Muir lives n in the shadows of the Rocky Mountains and writes fiction between bowls of cereal.
If she could do anything she wanted, she'd travel and find stories that need to be told, listening to the ghosts of ill-fated lovers who need to be reunited if only in her novels. In fact, when she wandered through the halls of Château de Chenonceau one summer, she sensed... Well, perhaps you'll read about that one day.
Before writing full-time, she owned a flower shop called The Scottish Rose. She'd often answer the phone sounding like Mrs. Doubtfire...until a gentleman customer asked to speak with the Scottish woman who owned the place. A little embarrassing, that.
She's having a ball and hopes you enjoy the rides. Keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times. Scream all you want.
You can find all her latest news and releases at www.llmuir.weebly.com