Once upon a time, in a land very similar to my couch, I started crafting stories filled with laughter, love, and the occasional dramatic declaration in the rain.
That early spark turned into a full-blown love affair with romantic comedies—the kind where banter is foreplay, tension is everything, and someone always ends up hopelessly, gloriously undone by love.
Now I write the kind of stories I always wanted more of: filled with chaos, chemistry, and just enough heartache to earn the happy ending. Most days, you’ll find me under a blanket with a mug of coffee I’ve reheated at least twice, creating characters who are stubborn, swoony, and usually in denial about their feelings.
