Since we moved from snowy Sweden to warmish California, I’ve had a thing about winter. Every year, when November rolls around, I start thinking about sledding and ice skating and evenings by a cozy fire, watching the snow fall outside. And because this is my fantasy, I ignore all memories of shoveling the sidewalk, scraping the ice off the car and losing the feeling in my fingertips. So what does a California girl do to get that winter feeling? Read winter/holiday romances, o

Dear Readers, I’ve rewritten the beginning of this letter a couple times. I debated whether to even mention recent events in the U.S., but after a particularly tumultuous week, I decided to add a few words of thanks and hope to the storm. I write romance, which isn’t often political. And yet, embedded in my Stockholm Diaries stories are values that I hold about love, tolerance and understanding of others who come from different places – places on the map but also emotional pl