Brit Benson writes romance novels that are sassy, sexy, and sweet.
She is also terrible at talking about herself. Mostly she just forewarns people that she’s kind of lame and has a weird sense of humor, so befriend at your own risk. She has a short attention span, an even shorter short-term memory, and when she likes something, she obsesses on a borderline unhealthy level.
Brit would almost always rather be reading or writing, and almost never wants to socialize with real people. (Fictional people are good, though.) When she’s not dreaming up her next swoony book boyfriend and fierce book bestie, she’s getting lost in someone else’s fictional world. When she’s not doing that, she’s probably marathoning a Netflix series or wandering aimlessly up and down the aisles in Homegoods, sniffing candles and touching things she’ll never buy.
Brit currently resides somewhere near the Blue Ridge Parkway with her husband, daughters, dogs, and an obscene number of books.