I write romance novels about the people who save your life at 3am, because after nearly two decades in emergency services, I’ve seen love bloom in the strangest places. Between codes. During disasters. In that weird twilight hour when everyone’s too tired to keep their guards up.
My heroines are the women I’ve worked beside my whole career: Charge nurses who run entire departments while raising teenagers alone. Paramedics who’ve seen too much but still believe in happy endings. Firefighters who are soft everywhere except the job.
My heroes? They bring the good coffee, know which side the bevel goes up, and understand that sometimes the only thing standing between sanity and chaos is a perfectly timed inappropriate joke.
The Code Blue Hearts series is what happens when someone who’s actually lived this life decides to write about it—with all the dark humor, found family, and against-all-odds love that gets us through the shift.
No Greys Anatomy-style doctors swooping in to save the day. No supply closet hookups (we know what happens in there). Just real people finding real love while the world burns around them.
