On the off chance that you care (hey, you will once she becomes a New York Times bestselling author), Ginger Rand is the nom de plume of an ex-journalist, longtime nonfiction writer and editor, and cookbook author who decided to mark her post-midlife crisis by writing fiction. She’s using a pseudonym because her real name lacks sex appeal and nobody can pronounce it.
An avid reader of romance novels, both contemporary and historical, she decided to dip her toes into that genre first. Rand has not yet published any fiction, but expects that to change anytime now. Her first contemporary romance includes a lot of food, for obvious reasons.
She bakes cherry pies and lemon bars to die for, and her husband married her because she can make lasagna from scratch. (He definitely did not marry her for her housekeeping skills.) Rand, who lives in the Chicago area, has one husband who keeps telling her to “finish the damn book already,” two adult children who say the same thing, and two fairly large, lovable dogs of indeterminate lineage who don’t care what she writes as long as she keeps them supplied with rawhide bones.