Betsy Horvath was raised in the suburbs of Philadelphia on a steady diet of old MGM musicals, Nancy Drew, and Harlequin romance novels. As a teenager she was known to scour used book stores and libraries in search of elusive out-of-print titles by her favorite authors. If she found one, she would read it in a single afternoon and cry over the beautiful love story.
Honestly, nobody in their right mind should have been shocked to discover that one day Betsy would be writing romance novels of her own. Especially after it became clear that, when given the opportunity, she could sing the entire soundtrack from the “Sound of Music”, regardless of whether or not anyone asked her to (nobody ever did), and that the only books she ever wanted to read were the ones with happy endings (which made things interesting in college).
Let’s face it, Betsy is a hopeless romantic. But she’s good with it.
When she’s not navigating the tumultuous waters of the so-called “real world,” Betsy can be found sitting at her desk in the Palatial Horvath Estate, singing show tunes and writing stories about real people and their surprising journeys into love.
Her three cats like the stories, but they’re not crazy about the show tunes.
Neither are the neighbors.