Raised by a blue eyed warrior woman who told her stories before she was born and a father who sang them to her from the soul of an acoustic guitar, Aubrea Summer grew up in the wilds of Northern Arizona. Television consisted of three channels from an antenna, promising books to be the more fantastic of escapes. Winter sports meant a car hood tied to the rear of a moving pickup truck, decorated in teenagers who, more often than not, went careening into the mud puddles. There was never a lack of inspiration, and writing became her passion at a young age. Her dream is to one day own a house on sixty acres with room to take in all the homeless Rottweilers in the world.
