Amo Jones

IT'S ME. THE ONE WHO ISN'T VERY GOOD AT WRITING SHORT BIOS BECAUSE,E WELL, IT'S SIMPLY NOT A DARK, TWISTED ROMANCE NOVEL.

AS I’VE AGED (BUT I’M VERY YOUNG... TWENTY, THIRTY, SOMETHING), I’VE FOUND MYSELF STAYING IN THE CONFINEMENT OF MY OWN HOME MORE AND MORE. I’M HAPPY HERE. MY FOUR (YES I SAID FOUR) TEENAGERS, TATTED UP, HEART-SO-BIG-BUT-WOULD-NOT TEST-HIM HUSBAND, CATS, AND DOG ARE ALL HERE. AND MY LAPTOP. BECAUSE ALL I DO IS BLEED WORDS.

ANYWAY... BECAUSE OF THIS, I’M A LITTLE MORE LIKE A FERAL CAT THESE DAYS, RATHER THAN A WELL-MANNERED INTROVERT TRYING TO BE AN EXTROVERT.

AFTER MOVING TO AUSTRALIA FROM AOTEAROA TWELVE YEARS AGO, WE SETTLED ON THE BEAUTIFUL COASTLINE OF THE GREAT BARRIER REEF, ALSO KNOWN AS THE WHITSUNDAYS, AND MADE IT OUR FOREVER HOME. WRITING AND PUBLISHING SINCE 2015, I'VE BEEN WINGING THIS WHOLE THING SINCE MY TEENAGERS WERE BABIES AND TODDLERS. I HAVE A VERY BIG SOFT SPOT FOR THE FLAWED, UNHINGED, AND MISUNDERSTOOD PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, AND I MAKE IT MY MISSION TO BREAK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY OWN WHEN THEY COME STROLLING THROUGH MY HEAD WITH THEIR RED FLAGS, BROODY NATURE, TENDENCY TO (YOU KNOW-DO THAT THING WE ALL LIKE), AND SASSY (OR NOT) PERSONALITIES.

DON'T WORRY. THEY SURVIVE AT THE END AND ALWAYS SWING BACK AT ME. GOT BRUISES ON MY ASS TO PROVE THAT, (YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THE ONES I LEAVE INSIDE YOUR HEAD).

I LIKE MUSIC YOU WON'T HEAR ON THE RADIO, COFFEE WITH CONDENSED MILK, MY ASSHOLE CATS, MY HUSKY WITH A GOD COMPLEX, MY HUSBAND AND KIDS WHO ARE ALL EQUALLY TERRIFYINGLY PROTECTIVE, GIRLFRIENDS WHO ARE MORE LIKE SISTERS, AND I HAVE AN UNWAVERING FLAW OF LEAVING EVERYTHING TO THE LAST MINUTE BEFORE GETTING ANYTHING DONE.

A CONNOISSEUR OF DARK, TWISTED ROMANCE NOVELS, I FOUND MY HOME AMONGST A COMMUNITY OF READERS AND AUTHORS ALIKE WHO, JUST LIKE ME, EXIST ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE.

IF THAT'S YOU, TOO... WELL... WELCOME.