Aaron P Lazar
I grew up in rural New England, surrounded by music, art, literature, gardens, bountiful family feasts, and a host of animals. Summers were spent in Maine, in my grandparents' rustic fishing resort. They were magical and innocent times, and I was a supremely happy child. Shy, retiring, and an avid reader, I always had my nose in a book, and often read outdoors. I loved being outside. I'd ride my old gelding to a quiet field, stop beneath a tree, and read as he munched on the lush grass. I guess that's when my romantic soul began to stir.
Early on, I devoured mysteries. Adventures with more...