Linton grew up across the street from a cow pasture, where she was
more likely to been seen selling Kool-Aid in a Dixie cup at ten cents a
pop, or inviting neighbors over to watch one of her plays staged on her
father’s Bass boat. Even though she never owned one of the bovines,
admit that the smell of cow manure had a lasting effect, making it easy to
spot a cow a mile away.
In 2001, she traded in the rednecks, cowboys, and mesquite trees of her
hometown to chase destiny out west. After a few years of mucking it around
with the roughnecks, dust storms, and droughts, she decided to dust off her
boots and head home. With a History degree in one hand and a marriage
license in the other, she followed her husband in 2006 to the Texas
heartland, fabulous Austin.
Somewhere down the line, she started writing. Maybe it was the boring job
search, or maybe it was the crazy characters dancing inside her head that
help put pen to paper. Whatever the case, writing sure beat the heck out of
working for a temp agency. The first story was about a boy lookalike Indian
Jones who chased after vampires in small town Texas. The second story was a
YA contemporary about the Grim Reaper, and well half-way through she
decided to shuck them both, partly due to the birth of her son, and mostly
because she wasn’t awe struck with the premises.
Taking a break from writing to raise her son, she filled the time by
reading, and insistently fell in love with mysteries, especially ones with
witty, spunky heroines. Four months later, she had a manuscript about a
smart-mouthed deputy and her rotten ex-boyfriend dueling
it out in small
After settling into the Texas Hill Country with her husband and two kids,
she joined the Writer’s League of Texas, and signed with The Belcastro
Agency. Today she can be found cozied up to the computer escaping into a
quirky world of tall tales, sexy, tight jean wearing cowboys, and a
protagonist with a sharp-tongue quick enough to hang any man out to dry.
There’s a good chance she’s brushed paths with a few of her characters, but
she’ll never tell, those lips are sealed.