Jane Elizabeth Hughes

Jane Elizabeth Hughes is a native New Yorker, recovering Wall Streeter, and mother of four. An obsessive reader, Jane has published widely on international finance but much prefers to write books that she and her friends would devour on the beach. She and her husband are ruled by two hideously spoiled Siamese cats, and divide their time between Brookline, MA and her true homeplace of Cape Cod.

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My Life in 8 Words

Author Revealed

Q. What is your motto or maxim?

A. Family is everything.

Q. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you choose to be?

A. It's winter here in Boston, so...Florida? Mexico? Anywhere but here?

Q. How would you describe perfect happiness?

A. Perfect happiness is curling up with a good book, a cat purring in my lap, a bag of popcorn and Diet Pepsi at my side -- and my family all around me.

Q. What’s your greatest fear?

A. Flying! Also spiders, snakes, and anything creepy-crawly.

Q. With whom in history do you most identify?

A. Queen Elizabeth I

Author Voices

December 10, 2015

Just finished rereading "Top Secret Twenty-One" by Janet Evanovich, and I have to say I still love this series! I especially love when Ranger and Joe square off against each other, though I'm on Team Joe and can't wait for him and Stephanie to make a baby. Imagine growing up as Baby Morelli, with Grandma Mazur and Grandma Bella as your great-grannies. Maybe Uncle Ranger could babysit -- or Lula. She could style little Joe or Josephine with skin-tight Spandex onesies and sparkling purple hair.
Please keep bringing 'em on, Ms Evanovich!

December 10, 2015

Our two-year-old granddaughter Nomi (of whom you'll probably be reading a lot more) slept over last night so that her parents could go out and enjoy a night of interrupted silence. Nomi and I read ten Caillou books, fifteen Dora the Explorer books, and two Elmo books (Sesame Street being not quite as cool as Nick Jr. and Disney Jr. these days). Then I sang her a song, she whined "I want my mommy," and she fell asleep. Crosswise across the bed, her hair in my mouth and her feet braced against my husband's throat.
After my husband decamped to the guest room, Nomi wiggled around until she was sprawled across the entire kingsize bed. The cats and I... see more

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