Born into a hippie commune filled with undercover cops and raised in a tent, Vonna Harper discovered her writing talent while penning excuses (supposedly written by her keepers) for her many school absences. Despite her spotty attendance, she graduated college at fifteen and joined a group of foreign mercenaries. Unfortunately, she was bitten by a brown recluse and shown the door. Upon returning to the U.S., she bought a gold mine and spent the next year perfecting her pick axe technique. Despite the mine's awesome output, the resident rattlers finally drove her to sell it. Being independently wealthy and jetting around the world in her own jet proved boring so she finally gave into the muse and turned to her computer in earnest. Twelve computers and three carpal tunnel surgeries later, she's still writing and LOVING IT, LOVING IT she says. She somehow found time to get married and give birth twice and find various dogs to own her. Like the stereotypical old soldier, she plans on just fading away when she can no longer pound the keyboard, sans shoes and pantyhose of course.
