Belinda grew up in Sand Springs, Oklahoma, in a family that rodeoed and raced cars. A romantic at heart, she spent her teen years writing about far away lands, castles, and princes. After graduation, Belinda answered the call to adventure and traveled to West Berlin, Germany, where she rode with the British Saddle Club in the stadium built by Hitler for the 1936 Summer Olympics. She also raced cars on a quarter-mile dirt track 30 feet from the famous Berlin Wall, and frequently traveled through the Communist sector to go hiking and camping in the Harz Mountains.
Marriage, family, and a full-time paralegal job got in the way of Belinda's writing until 1991 when she decided to steal a few moments each night after putting the kids to bed. In 1999, Belinda won the Traditional Category of the Golden Heart with a story conceived during an over-night critique/camp out with other writers and four months later sold that same manuscript to Silhouette Romance. In addition to writing romance, Belinda is published in book-length and magazine nonfiction. She credits her success to her father, who reared her to have the courage to follow her dreams.
Belinda lives in Elm Mott, Texas, with her husband, daughter, and spoiled cat. She enjoys clogging, painting, reading, country and western music, dancing, fishing, scuba diving, camping, and getting together with other writers. Belinda loves to hear from her readers and invites you to write her at P.O. Box 1165, Elm Mott, Texas 76640, or email her at belinda@belindabarnes.com
Will nunca había tenido un padre, pero, nada más ver a James Scott, se dio cuenta de que era justo lo que necesitaba. No tenía miedo de los toros, criaba todo tipo de animales y además, por las noches, hacía que se alejaran los monstruos que tanto miedo le daban a Will. El pequeño no sabía por qué su mamá lo había llevado a casa, pero ella y James no dejaban de hablar de una maravillosa noche de hacía mucho tiempo... una noche que había cambiado su amistad para siempre. Will no entendía muy bien lo que estaba sucediendo, pero hasta un bebé podía darse cuenta de que a veces los adultos necesitaban un poco de ayuda para que ocurriera lo que tenía que ocurrir.