Jean Marie Pierson is a
Manhattanite, who moved to the Big Apple from a
small farming town on the east end of Long Island
called Southold. Both of which she proudly calls
home.
After getting a degree in Film and Video Production
from Penn State University she moved into St. Mary’s
Residence on 72nd Street in New York City and landed
a job in the contracts department at a large book
publishing company. Not the most natural choice for
a film major but she needed a job in order to stay
with the nuns. With her dating and film life on hold
for one year, Jean Marie was able to carve out a
writing discipline that she still holds onto to this
day. She originally wrote No Good Girls as a
screenplay and later turned it into a novel with the
guidance of four fellow writers at a bar on Houston
Street.
Jean Marie, now a director in contracts, negotiates
some of the biggest book deals in publishing while
working on her own novels in her off-hours. When
she’s not shoe shopping or eating too much sushi,
she teaches creative writing at Hunter College. She
lives on the Upper East Side with no nuns, no sink
in her bathroom and her no good friends right around
the corner. Halleluiah
In No Good Girls, Geri O’Brien is having a bad-hair life. Her last date was with a guy who’d rather make tracks than make love; she works for a publisher who actually thinks a kids’ book on the Donner Party is a fun idea; and the closest she’s ever going to get to her dream man is seeing him on the side of a bus. When Geri started to write her latest screenplay she never thought that the fabled New York minute was ever going to come into her life or the lives of her friends Maria, Emmy and Sally. But when one of them got dumped, one got shot and one threw up on a 4-star restaurant window they had a run of luck you need to read to believe. But it all just proves what they say: Every time a woman complains that there are no good men out there, a great guy out there is complaining that there are no good girls.
