I write stories fueled by that messy magic of being human-imperfect people, high-stakes angst, and swoon galore. Yes, there will be tears.
I’ve been crafting tales since childhood, back when riding horses soothed my soul and I escaped the loneliness of an only-child life through words. Writing was my exit ramp and my freeway all at once.
Now I’m a spicy millennial living in glorious sin with my partner of eleven years, doting on our cat Bilbo like the queen she is. One second, I’m fancy in a tea-sipping dress; the next, I’m booted up, ready to bolt off. I’m half girly-girl, half tomboy-switching between them faster than you can say "yeehaw".
I devour books like my life depends on it-my TBR is a black hole of temptation. Way more fun than my day job, which once felt like a creative jackpot but now mostly siphons my sanity.
So here I am: a horse-loving, midnight-writing, coffee-slurping romantic, hell-bent on giving you big drama, big feels, and big love - because life’s too short for anything less than a heart-thumping story.