Aimee Robinson used to drive ambulances and write for medical publications, but, instead, thought it better to lie for a living. Years later, she’s entrenched herself in that choice and couldn’t dig herself out if she tried, even if those dangling modifiers continue to get her every. single. time.

After publishing many romance novels, two things remain true: she’ll never miss an opportunity to give voice to the characters in her head, and she still has very specific preferences when it comes to a good dirty martini.

Aimee lives in New Jersey with her family and an Anatolian Shepherd rescue who doesn’t know what personal space is.