Raised in a small town, Teresa Frohock learned to escape to other worlds through the fiction collection of her local library. Although Teresa has been reading fantasy and science fiction since she was twelve, her fascination with the grotesque extends back into childhood. Whenever she went to a carnival, she was the first one at the tent that housed the freak-show. She wanted to see the two-headed (chicken, snake, fetus, fill-in-the-blank) and was always disappointed when it wasn't alive--it seemed like such a rip-off.

Her author photo is very formal. What you can't see in that picture is that she is wearing jeans and boots. She always wears boots except when it's 90+ degrees outside, then she wears sandals and wishes she was wearing boots. Next time she has her picture taken, it will be in front of the old pick-up truck so you can get a better read on her personality. She might even be holding a gun.

During her youth, Teresa's life was very, VERY exciting. She did a lot of exciting things, met a lot of electrifying people, engaged in a lot of stimulating activities, and saw things that would send most sane people howling into the woods.

Teresa was raised in North Carolina, lived in Virginia and South Carolina before returning to the Piedmont, where she currently resides with her husband and daughter. Teresa has long been accused of telling stories, which is a southern colloquialism for lying.

You can follow Teresa on Twitter and join her author page on Facebook.

Literary agent is Weronika Janczuk of Lynn C. Franklin Associates, Ltd. You may contact her at weronika@franklinandsiegal.com.

For foreign rights, contact: Taryn Fagerness of the Taryn Fagerness Agency, taryn.fagerness@gmail.com.

Check out the Friends of the Reidsville Public Library.

On a more informal note--a little more about me:

My author photo is very formal. What you can’t see in that picture is that I’m wearing jeans and boots. I always wear boots except when it’s 90+ degrees outside, then I wear sandals and wish I was wearing boots. Next time I have my picture taken, it will be in front of the old pick-up truck so you can get a better read on my personality. I might even be holding a gun.

Over my life, I have been employed as a waitress, a DJ, a newspaper carrier, a factory worker, a legal assistant, a community workforce instructor, and finally as a cataloger in a community college library. I love my job and get to work with some really super people. If you have something bad to say about community colleges, don’t say it to me.

I live in a very rural area, which is sometimes good, sometimes boring. During my youth, my life was very, VERY exciting. I did a lot of exciting things, met a lot of electrifying people, engaged in a lot of stimulating activities, and saw things that would send most sane people howling into the woods.

I’ve had enough exhilaration for one lifetime and the brain damage to prove it. Given that self-preservation has never been one of my strong points, I’m lucky to be alive. It’s someone else’s turn. Have fun and tell them Teresa sent you, just don’t call me if you get into trouble. I’m not running a bail-bond service.

People who know me claim that I am warm and have a sense of humor. I think my personality can better be described as sharp and being around me is a little like biting on tinfoil. You’ll have to make your own determination if we ever meet.

I have a profound hearing impairment. I won’t make a big deal out of it if you won’t. It just means that sometimes I mispronounce words I’ve never heard and there may be times I’ll have to ask someone else to tell me what you’ve said if your voice goes out of my hearing range. I depend almost entirely on lip reading.

Remember: enunciation is our friend.

By late afternoon and evening, I have a very hard time concentrating. Lip reading all day takes a lot of concentration, and I get tired, so I’ll have a more difficult time with afternoon and evening conversations. That’s all. Bear with me, your words are important to me or I wouldn’t go to all this trouble to understand you.

If I’m coming to your con, I may ask if you have assistive listening devices available for the workshops. Please don’t panic. This does not mean I’m going whip out a copy of the ADA and whap you over the head if you don’t; it just means that if you do, my ability to hear what’s going on might be easier. Most workshop rooms at cons are intimate enough that all I have to do is sit up front. That’s cool too. I just don’t know until I ask.

No. I don’t know sign language. Neither do you, and even if you do, I don’t.

Neither my religion nor my politics are any of your damn business.

My hair is starting to turn silver and I like that.

My eyes are hazel. I like that too.

If you didn’t find the answer to your question here, I’ve set my Tumbr up so you can “Ask Me Anything.”