I am the author of “It’s in His Kiss”. Let’s start with a little background on how I came to write my first novel, I used to write screenplays. Horrid, arty, little things, that were praised for their characterization and literary tone, and were optioned again and again, but never made into movies. Perhaps, because they were neither commercial or cinematic? That’s a pretty good guess, if I don’t say so myself. My people came from Moscow and a London slum called Whitechapel. When the British portion of the family arrived in New York they headed out to Seattle by train, way before the plane was invented. Finding only rain, and more rain, mud, and wooden planks for sidewalks (a segment of which appeared to be an orange crate from sunny California) they immediately booked tickets south… Or, so the story goes. And thus, my father’s grandparents came to L.A. Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for keeping an eye on Hollywood.