K.A. Griffin

At eighteen, Keith wrote his first short story. It was a murder mystery only thirteen pages long. On Christmas morning, before anyone had the first cup of coffee, his family noticed that the presents under the tree were gone, and in their place were three manila envelopes. "Merry Christmas! You must solve the mystery to find the gifts!" was the handwritten note on each enveloope. It was this short story that led to a lifelong love of writing. (Note: Despite several threats from his older brother, Keith did not surrender the Christmas packages until the mystery was solved.)

Keith currently lives in Texas with his wife, son, a dog that thinks she’s a princess, a second rescue dog who could care less about royal titles, and a rescue cat who is little more than a source of allergies. There is talk of chickens in his future, but every time he starts to build the coop, a critical tool goes missing. He always blames the cat.