I am a lover of love. A sarcastic cutie with love in her heart, a soft palm that has tried to slap someone’s child into oblivion, and an ego the size of your head. I’m also a storyteller, a word magician who weaves romance stories out of thin air.
Haha, that’s a lie. Or not.
You’ll have to read my books to find out.
When I’m not bleeding fiction from my fingers onto a screen or trying out a spell to create new, angsty, emotional love stories that feature broken men and the women who love them, I can be found on the streets of Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, or YouTube, reading through thousands of comments from fighting strangers. Other times, I may be spotted watching food videos and saving recipes I’ll never try out.
Oh, you can also find me with my nose buried in the pages of other authors’ stories. Or in a corner of my room, plotting and writing about characters who will take you on a rollercoaster or tempt you on more than one occasion to smash your phone, kindle, or book against the walls.
With me, you will get bad boys, musicians, alphas, men who simp for their women, billionaires, and morally grey men who wear their red flags like badges of honor. You will also get good girls, grumpy ladies, singers, shy, stubborn, kick-ass women, who love to give their men a hard time. Super slow-burns are to be expected, with a dose of dark, angsty, and forbidden moments, plus loads of steam. Something for everyone, I hope.
When you read my book, you’re reading more than a story. You’re reading numerous hours of errors, rewrites, edits, and proofreads. You’re reading the outcome of sheer frustration, hair-pulling moments, cries, laughter, joy, anger, and midnight writing.
You’re reading something I delight in sharing, a piece of my heart, a piece of my soul. A tiny piece of my life.
And I’m grateful to all of you who get to experience my characters with me.
