In the book I'm currently working on, which will be part of a series of four books written in conjunction with three other fabulous authors (waving at Sam, Tawny, and Lisa Renee Jones), my heroine has a secret. Outside of her parents and the hero, nobody else knows of this secret, not even her closest friends. Even the hero doesn't know all the details of the secret, despite the fact they concern him in a big way (and no, it's not a secret baby)!

So in the spirit of writing this book, I decided to share some secrets of my own, that few people know. Initially, I was going to share TEN things you might not know about me, but I think ten things would be too incriminating, so will stick with just five things...

1. When I was in Middle School, I had a third set of bottom teeth grow in. Weird, but true. I had them all removed.

2. I once stood in the crusted-over crater of the Santorini volcano, and the heat from the rocks melted the soles of my shoes. My husband had to carry me piggy-back down the mountain (because you don't want to walk barefoot across lava rocks).

3. When I worked in Germany, I borrowed a Government vehicle to drive across town to pick up our office mail, but got lost. I pulled onto the shoulder of this country road to turn around, not realizing the tall grass hid a ditch about five feet deep. The Government vehicle fell into the ditch and landed on its side, and I had to be pulled up and out of the driver's window by a friendly farmer and his son. They hitched their tractor to the car and hauled it out of the ditch for me, and I continued on my merry way. I washed the car, but apparently missed some dirt and grass wedged under the passenger side, and ground into the side mirror. My boss never asked me about it, but occasionally I'd see him staring out the window at the car with this sort of puzzled look on his face, before glancing over at me. I still wonder what he thinks I did with that car...

4. I once rode in an elevator with Kevin Bacon (alone) down twenty floors. But I was so busy cooing over his dog that I didn't realize it was him until we reached the lobby and a woman ran up to him and asked him for his autograph.

5. The first author book-reading I ever attended was with Stephen King. He read an excerpt from his then-unpublished short story, Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption.

So what about you? Do you have secrets that nobody knows about? Are they hard to keep, or are you just as happy to forget them?