I hate writing about myself.  There is a fine line between being charmingly eccentric and a raving lunatic, since I can never get the balance right I'm not even going to attempt it. If you can forgive me of this indiscretion please try reading some of my work.

If you are feeling like generic chick lit try "The Aftermath of You"...

For a cheerful contemporary romance there is "When the Bus Stopped".

And finally "Clockwork Cowboy" for a historical bodice ripper with steampunk elements.