About Me


From medical secretary to court reporter to property manager to owner of a special events decorating company, Carol’s resume reads as if she doesn’t know what she wants to be when she grows up. But one thing that has remained constant through the years is her love for writing. She currently pens fun and fast-paced inspirational romance and romantic suspense stories. Her books have been nominated for a RITA® award and an RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award.

Carol lives in sunshiny Central Florida with her husband, who is her own real-life hero, and writes her stories under the shade of the huge oaks in her yard. Besides writing, she works alongside her music minister husband singing and playing the piano. She enjoys sailing, hiking, camping—almost anything outdoors. Her two grown daughters and grandkids live too far away for her liking, so she now pours all that nurturing into taking care of a fat and sassy black cat and a highly spoiled dachshund.



smudgeMy pets are an important part of my life and usually find their way into the books I write. In Midnight Shadows, Melissa has a solid white deaf cat named Smudge. The real-life Smudge was a member of the Post household from 1998 until his death in 2008. He was wonderfully sweet, completely deaf and afraid of nothing. He loved to go for walks and long car rides, the longest of which was from Florida to Connecticut and back. I have to say we got some strange looks on the dog walks at rest areas, along with comments like, “Oh, my goodness, that’s a cat!”

Smudge stretching his legs at a rest area in Virginia

sukianditsyIn Out for Justice, Lexi has three cats, Suki, Itsy and Midnight. Here are the real-life Itsy and Suki. We rescued Suki (our Siamese) from our church parking lot, and she gave us many years of love until we lost her in November 2014 at the ripe old age of 17½. Itsy came from the Humane Society, basically unadoptable because of her age. (She was seven. Everyone wants the kittens.) Her name was tongue-in-cheek, because I’m sure she hasn’t been “itsy” anytime in the last decade.


We rescued Midnight from the pound an hour or two before his time was up. He likes to drink out of a bottle and he loves taking pills. If there’s an empty box around, he’ll figure out how to get in it, no matter how small.