Jolie Dvorak likes to write steamy, angsty romance featuring women who fall hard and love harder. When her first book was released, she revealed that ‘Jolie Dvorak’ was, in fact, the pen name of another sapphic romance author and challenged readers to guess who. This led to some very lovely compliments and quite a few long, funny conversations, but Jolie’s true identity remains a secret. If you think you know, send an email to hello (at) joliedvorak (dot) com with your theories. Gold star if you get it right.
As a figment of someone else’s imagination, Jolie’s author bio has been updated quite fantastically with each published book. Here is the rolling history of Jolie’s wonderful author life.
Enthralled in Her Design
If Jolie had to describe herself, she’d say she lived on a yacht in the Whitsundays with her hot wife and cat named Spinnaker. When Jolie isn’t writing, she’s either skinny-dipping over the side with said hot wife or skippering the yacht to Fiji just for a change of scenery. Jolie plays speed chess, sings loudly (but quite poorly) in the shower, and very much enjoys having her back tickled.
Ensnared in Her Symphony
Since her first book, Jolie tired somewhat of the yacht in the Whitsundays and recently purchased a fixer-upper in rural Sapporo, Japan for an absolute bargain. With the distractions of its own hot spring and a traditional Sake brewery just down the way, Jolie hasn’t been much help with renovations, but luckily the wife is good with the tools.
Jolie is looking forward to getting into ikebana. The cat is doing fine.
Captured in Her Gaze
Jolie has moved again. Sapporo was lovely but her latest adventure has taken her to a charming, though slightly crooked, windmill in the tulip fields of the Netherlands. Access is only by bicycle, so she and the wife have purchased a tandem, complete with a basket on the front for the cat.
Days are spent combing local flea markets in the hopes of finding a lost van Gogh. Evenings are a whirlwind of writing, fueled by strong Dutch coffee and stroopwafels. The cat dozes amid the windmill mechanics and fails to catch mice.
Of course, Jolie doesn’t actually exist, so all the above is yet more of her alter-ego’s fantasies.
Where should Jolie go next?
