A. J. Larrieu A. J. Larrieu

Meet A.J.


A.J. Larrieu
Photo credit: Johnny Chauvin

Ten Things About Me

I was raised in a small town in Louisiana, near the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain. It's still one of my favorite places on Earth. I really did have an alligator in my back yard growing up, but that's not typical. (See a picture of the swamp)

I'm extremely uncoordinated. The last time I tried to throw a football around with friends, I ended up catching it with my face. My klutziness doesn't usually bother me, but I do wish I could dance.

I had a horse when I was in grade school. We weren't wealthy or anything, we just lived out in the country. She was a perky little quarter horse, and her name was Elf. The alligator didn't bother her.

My husband is The Enabler. As his name suggests, my writing wouldn't be possible without him. We have one son, The Small One. He's amazing and has very curly hair.

By day, I'm a molecular biologist. This sounds fancy, but 99% of the time, it's pretty mundane. It involves moving clear liquids from one place to another (40%) sitting in front of a computer (30%), trying to figure out what the heck the data mean (29%) and visiting synchrotron particle accelerators like this one (1%; this is the fancy part). I love both my jobs. They're more similar than you might think.

I always thought that if I ever wrote a novel, it would be a Sweeping Literary Southern Family Saga. Paranormal romance and urban fantasy sort of happened to me, and apparently that's what I'm supposed to be writing, because I'm having a blast and I can't seem to give it up. I once tried to write a non-paranormal short story about a bartender falling in love with one of her customers, and the bartender kept insisting she was a shifter.

My first completed novel was a terrible vampire romance, which I wrote before I'd actually read any vampire romances. It skipped back and forth in time, involved multiple first person viewpoints and was set partially in the city of Marseilles, France, which I've never visited. There were also no sex scenes. Fortunately, no one was interested in representing or publishing it, but trying to make that happen taught me a lot about the process of getting a book published.

My second completed novel was what became Twisted Miracles, which was a finalist in RWA's Golden Heart® competition. In between Terrible Vampire Romance and Twisted Miracles, I devoured hundreds of romances and urban fantasies and figured out what a plot is. I also overcame my sex scene phobia (and then some).

I'm a member of Romance Writers of America®, and I've met some of the most amazing women in the world through my local chapter. I'd probably still be writing if I'd never joined RWA, but I doubt I'd be publishing anything.

I'm a total pantser (meaning I write by the seat of my pants, without an outline). I don't plot my books until I'm at least ten thousand words in. I used to wish I were a plotter, but I got over that along with wishing I had smaller hips.

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The Swamp
This is the swamp in my parents' back yard.
The Enabler took this picture on a recent trip back home.