Jennifer Linforth

Jennifer was told in kindergarten she could not color the sky red because it was in reality blue. She recalls replying to her teacher she could paint the sky red if she desired because fire engines were red and red was pretty. If the sky was pretty as well, which in her mind it was, then why couldn't it be red? It made perfect sense to her...

Growing up with such imagination gave Jennifer the passion to find the unusual in everything she came across. When she discovered her quill at a young age her stories were no different. She queried her first publisher at age twelve, in pink ink, and began from that day on to aspire to publication.

Running with scissors proved to be jolly good sport...

Her passion lies in crafting stories from forgotten pieces of history and setting them in locations just outside the expected. She focuses on unusual themes and locations, all in the backdrop of the intrigue of the 19th century. Jennifer has as much of a passion for the history of the Habsburg Empire and the allure Austrian culture, as she does for the quiet rolling hills of New England. She only has one rule with her historicals: Expect the unexpected.

It was her love of research and classic literature that brought her to expanding Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera.

Writing from a tiny loft office, Jennifer admits to being country mouse with city mouse tastes and is constantly fighting to keep the little critters in line. She can't pronounce pistachio, hates lollipops with gooey centers, and dearly loves to laugh. If asked for her motto in life, she points to the following poem upon her office wall:

Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It's too high! COME TO THE EDGE! And they came, and he pushed, and they flew. ~ Christopher Logue

Croyez.