Bronwyn’s love of reading all things romantic got her into trouble at a very young age. Starting with Mills and Boon ‘borrowed’ from her mother and then progressing to meaty historicals and sweeping sagas, it’s only fair that romance pays her back with unique ideas for her own novels.
She now writes dark and gritty Regency that borders on the edge of noir with the occasional dabble in contemporary and women’s fiction. Her treehouse in the Adelaide Hills is filled with the laughter of her young kids, the meows of two white, fluffy cats and a man who thinks chivalry is what happens after you eat bad chicken.
