Faith Reinhart lives outside of Cleveland, Ohio, in a sleepy little suburb that boasts a couple of parks and an overzealous police department. The lawyers stick to their law offices, and she sticks in her tiny little writer’s garret. Eighth grade changed her life, mainly because she stole one of her mother’s books, and wouldn’t you know it? It was a romance novel. Steamy, for a thirteen-year-old, thankfully not too steamy. She’s been writing ever since.
Now, she still reads romance novels, in her sleepy little town, though she doesn’t steal them anymore. More often than not, she writes her own hunky heroes with penchants for saying “Please,” but what her mother doesn’t know can’t hurt her.