V P Smith is a native of a small town in Québec, currently adjusting to a not-so-small city life. She loves suspense movies, dabbling in painting masterpieces—in her own mind, at least—and escaping to New York City.

Usually she can be found chained to her desk with her laptop, the largest coffee mug known to man, and her new writing partner, her puppy Jasper. He’s just as fantastic at reminding her when it’s time to take a much needed break as his predecessor, Dexter. ~ RIP