Natalie Summers grew up in Washington and then decided Arizona was a smart career move. While she has not yet turned into a shriveled husk after four summers, each summer she is certain it will be her last. Natalie can most often be found in Starbucks, sipping frappuccinos and enjoying free A/C as she types away at her latest novel, plotting creative and magical ways to murder (fictional) people. She can also be found at home, obediently entertaining her two beagles, who enjoy seeing how much trouble they can get into and how many grey hairs they can place on her head.
For stress relief, Natalie enjoys watching true crime, reading about magic, and jotting down notes for thousands of stories she would have to clone herself to write. Why weren’t humans born with four hands?
You can get in touch with me (Natalie) through email: firstname.lastname@example.org