Vivien Jackson writes fantastical, futuristic, down-home salacious kissery. After being told at the age of seven that she could not marry Han Solo because he wasn't a real person, she devoted her life to creating worlds where, goldarnit, she could marry anybody she wanted. And she could wield a blaster doing it. A devoted Whovian Browncoat Sindarin Jedi gamer, she has a degree in English, which just means she's read gobs of stuff in that language. When she's super comfortable with you, she might confess those late-night limericks about old Gondor (and where to find them). With her similarly geeky partner, children, and hairy little pets, she lives in Austin, Texas, and watches a lot of football.
