I grew up on the West Coast, sitting quietly in the kitchen of one aunt or another and nibbling homemade Nanaimo bars while the relations told tales. Some were factual, and some were true. When the time came to earn a living, I took those listening (and eating) skills, and wrote for magazines and newspapers stories of the people and places of the coast. Now I’m writing the adventures of people I’m crazy about in Corsair’s Cove where love and family, like the tide, might ebb and flow, but chocolate is eternal. Every word is true.