MICA (any of various colored or transparent mineral silicates crystallizing in monoclinic forms that readily separate into very thin leaves) STONE (the hard substance, formed of mineral matter, of which rocks consist) married a geologist (a scientist who studies rocks, layers of soil, etc) which couldn’t have been more serendipitous.

Mica lives in a zoo. She’s forgotten what it’s like to talk to people because, except for the ones she hears in her head then puts on the page while writing, most of her conversations are with either the dogs (4) or the cats (7) who live in and out of her house.

Mica has a son who has given her four grandlings. A boy after her own heart, the oldest sneak-reads in bed by the light of the glow stick. She texts with her son more than she talks with him. Same with her daughters. Pretty soon, she won’t have to talk to anyone ever again.

Except to her characters, of course. She has long conversations with them when they don’t do what she wants them to, sending her well-thought-out scenes careening madly into something not part of the plan. But she’s learned to go with the flow because these unexpected twists and turns make for some of the best suspense plots.


Mica and the zoo live in Houston where she spends a lot of time writing in her backyard, and growing spring tomatoes since by summer it’s too hot for them to survive. It’s a good life. She likes it a lot. She swims almost every day, not very elegantly, or well, more dog-paddling than swimming, but enough to keep her sitting-and-writing joints from getting stiff. The rest of the year she only swims if the pool heater is working.

RITE OF WRONGS is her first suspense novel and the co-authored ICEFALL her first scifi, though she’s written 60 or so other books under the name Alison Kent. She loves to hear from readers (I really do!) and you can reach her via the social media icons or email form on her contact page.

She really hopes you like RITE OF WRONGS and ICEFALL because feeding the zoo does not come cheap. Oh, and the cat? She really, really misses his fuzzy face as he’s no longer with her, and the others don’t cuddle in the same way. The dogs cuddle, but cats are just so soft and fuzzy, you know?