You will know Eden Winters by her distinctive white plumage and exuberant cry of “Hey, y’all!” in a Southern US drawl so thick it renders even the simplest of words unrecognizable. Watch out, she hugs!<br><br>Driven by insatiable curiosity, she possibly holds the world’s record for curriculum changes to the point that she’s never quite earned a degree but is a force to be reckoned with at Trivial Pursuit.<br><br>She’s trudged down hallways with police detectives, learned to disarm knife-wielding bad guys, and witnessed the correct way to blow doors off buildings. Her e-mail contains various snippets of forensic wisdom, such as “What would a dead body left in a Mexican drug tunnel look like after six months?” In the process of her adventures, she has written over twenty-seven gay romance novels, lost count of shorter works, has won Rainbow Awards, was a Lambda Awards Finalist, and lives in terror of authorities showing up at her door to question her Internet searches.<br><br>When not putting characters in dangerous situations she’s hanging out at the farm with her many pets, being a mother, grandmother, vegetarian, or supporting children’s charities as a Star Wars cosplayer.<br><br>Her natural habitats are coffee shops, her office, and on the back of a motorcycle.
