Verlene was born and raised in the south.
Thanks to the military, she’s traveled the US, but now calls Sin City home.
Self-proclaimed zombie apocalypse enthusiast, word porn peddler, human canvas, Manowarrior, serial grammar killer, rabid Bama fan, accidental dust bunny population specialist, and abuser of the word f*ck.
Lover of all things wine, the 80s, skulls, head-banging rock, and Lemmy.
She’s thrown live grenades, survived the tear gas chamber and forced road marches, but still thinks writing and publishing are more brutal.