was a fairly normal woman who lived a fairly normal life. She went to
work every day and tended her garden, cleaned her house and took care of
her husband like a good wife should.
Sometimes though, the woman
saw stories – movies really, in her mind. Chance encounters between
strong, dominant men and the women who had the fortune – or misfortune –
to stumble upon them. Deliciously wicked things happened as the scenes
played out in the woman’s imagination, and one day, she decided to write
them down, in hopes that others would enjoy them as much as she does.
That’s when Trinity Marlow was born.