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All About Caren Crane

Caren Crane writes Southern-inflected women's fiction that often includes a romance. She loves to write about dysfunctional, crazy families like the ones she knows and loves. Apparently, editors in NYC don't know and love the same type crazy families, but she hopes they will one day!

In the meantime, she enjoys spending time with her mostly-grown children and her incredibly tolerant husband. She would love to say she enjoys spending time with her cat, Chaps, but he is a revolutionary and despises bourgeois displays of emotion. Let's say they have figured out how best to get along: she pretends she is deaf when he begins ranting about The Man and he pretends not to notice.


Caren's Fun Facts

Caren is the third of five children. You know, like Hugh (aka "Third of Five"), the Borg they rescued on Star Trek, The Next Generation. A lot like that, as a matter of fact...

 

Caren grew up in Nashville, TN, the "Home of Country Music" but she is not a fan of country music. Her theory is the old "familiarity breeds contempt" holds true on this one. When you're likely to run into a singer at the grocery store or while you're trick-or-treating on Halloween, it's hard to be a fan.



On the Third Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…

Three listing snowmen. Listing because certain snowman builders had likely overindulged in the holiday wassail Sven had warming over a low, slow flame all last evening. Yes, I fear Paolo and a couple of his cabana boys–in-training had far too much wassail and not nearly enough cookies to soak it all up last night. This gentleman was found in the formal garden. I can tell Paolo made this one because it shows a heavy bent toward the traditional while displaying a marked lack of creativity. Note the big, goofy smile and lumps of coal placed disturbingly close to the ground.
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So Long! Farewell! Auf Wiedersehen! Adieu!

Well, kids, it’s my last regular blog day here in the Lair. Somehow, though, it doesn’t feel like it. I fully intend to come back and harass you guys from time to time. You know, new releases. Special events. I will probably also host guests and just come by to say hello. Y’all know we are moving lots of our activity to our Romance Bandits Facebook page, right? Well, I am usually terrible about posting things to Facebook, but since Red Door Reads and now Romance Bandits are using it so heavily, I am trying—slowly, painfully—to change my slothful habits
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Valentine’s Day – What’s All the Hubbub?

Once again this year, I watched florists try to make special deliveries of flowers, balloons, chocolates and teddy bears to the completely locked-down building I work in. We have no security guard and an unattended lobby. It’s always fun for those of us who take pity on and end up running interception for the poor delivery drivers, because we get to see who got what and make happy phone calls telling the recipients to come get their goodies. One thing I can always count on, though, is that none of the thwarted deliveries will be for me. That doesn’t make
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