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Isabel
Sharpe was not born pen in hand like so many of her fellow
authors. After she quit work in 1994 to stay home with her
first-born son and nearly went out of her mind, she started
writing. Yes, she was the clichéd bored housewife writing
romance, but it was either that cliché or seduce the mailman,
and her mailman was unattractive. After more than twenty novels
for Harlequin, and the exciting new direction of women-focused stories
for Avon/HarperCollins, Isabel admits her new mailman is gorgeous, but
she’s still happy with her choice.
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