Verlene was born and raised in the south, and mostly pens tales of hot tattooed men and the women who love them.
Thanks to the military, she's traveled the US, but now calls Sin City home...again.
She's a self-proclaimed zombie apocalypse enthusiast, word porn peddler, human canvas, Manowarrior, serial grammar killer, rabid Bama fan, accidental dust bunny population specialist, Coach whore, and Harley riding abuser of the word f*ck. Lover of all things wine, skulls, and the 80s.
She's thrown live grenades, survived the tear gas chamber and forced road marches, but still believes writing and publishing are more brutal.