Teyla Rachel Branton grew up avidly reading science fiction and fantasy and watching Star Trek reruns with her large family. They lived on a little farm where she loved to visit the solitary cow and collect (and juggle) the eggs, usually making it back to the house with most of them intact. On that same farm she once owned thirty-three gerbils and eighteen cats, not a good mix, as it turns out. Teyla always had her nose in a book and daydreamed about someday creating her own worlds. She is now married, mostly grown up, and has seven kids, so life at her house can be very interesting (and loud), but writing keeps her sane. She thrives on the energy and daily amusement offered by her children, the semi-ordered chaos giving her a constant source of writing material. Grabbing any snatch of free time from her hectic life, Teyla writes novels full of mystery, romance, and imagination. She warns her children that if they don’t behave, they just might find themselves in her next book! She’s been known to wear pajamas all day when working on a deadline, and is often distracted enough to burn dinner. (Okay, pretty much 90% of the time.) A sign on her office door reads: DANGER. WRITER AT WORK. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. She loves writing fiction and traveling, and she hopes to write and travel a lot more. She also loves shooting guns, martial arts, and belly dancing. She has worked in the publishing business for over twenty years.

Some posts about my life

I Almost Didn’t Get Married in Gibraltar

I’ve mentioned a few times how difficult it was to get married in Gibraltar, and some of you have asked about the story. Well, here’s the scoop!

I’m Hoping This Will Get Rid of the Woodpeckers

I have a woodpecker problem, to today I hung scare tape, a fake owl, and cleaned off the deck. So does it work?

How I Got My Child to Flush in Less Than a Day

Teaching Lisbon to flush was easy! Now I have more time to write.

How I Got My Child to Stay in Her Own Bed

Desperate for a little more sleep, I decided to do something about the fact that my five-year-old doesn’t stay in her own bed and wakes me up every single night at least three times.