Sage Whistler was born in North Carolina but spent the better part of her life in Connecticut. She was born the second of two daughters in the freezing cold one dreary January morning. Sage still thinks that being the first month of the year someone could have picked a birthstone color much lovelier than garnet.
Before Sage knew how to write she was making up stories, reading to her grandparents from a magazine, using words that weren't actually printed in the book. In her later years she began reading and writing romance, but her evolution to erotica happened virtually overnight.
One day she was reading a sedate romance and then she stumbled upon an erotica book and it was all she wrote. Pleading guilty to a flirty mind, Sage hopped from the mainstream to swim up creek with the bad boys and started writing gay fiction almost two years ago. She's been hooked ever since.
Sage readily admits to being a bit quirky, prone to doing things like blurting out random lines from one of her favourite movies. Her favourite time to weave stories is late at night when the world seems to be asleep, and one of her personal goals is to write the kinds of stories that shock, thrill, and delight her readers.