About Bower
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Bower Lewis was conceived in Nebraska. She has little to say about that. She gestated in and about Washington, DC, where her pending presence caused President Richard Milhous* Nixon no small measure of rancor and irritation (a bit of strange truth there, not fiction). She was born and raised in The Valley, just north of Los Angeles.
That was totally not her fault.
Her debut novel, Patience, My Dear (Simon & Schuster, March 2015), is a work of quirky, romantic commercial fiction about an earnest young waitress who doesn’t want to be a soldier of the Lord. He’s not taking no for an answer, however, and He’s got an Almighty iPhone, an itchy texting finger, and absolutely no compunction about recruiting her handsome new neighbor in His quest to convince her that she’s the one who must prevent the Apocalypse (and not, say, His faithful, or the Army). Patience, My Dear is a story of passion, angst, faith, unholy text-speak, spray-tanned politicians, and one sleek red Bugatti Veyron. There are also many guns in the story, and there’s some sex in it as well.
Bower Lewis lives outside Boston with her husband, three Roombas, and two badly behaved cats. She enjoys writing. She also enjoys reading, all things involving sunshine and the ocean, admonishing the aforementioned badly behaved cats, and writing about herself in the third person.
*The spelling of our 37th President’s middle name looks like a typo, but it’s not.
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