I don’t write love stories.
I write the kind of romance that grabs you by the heart and doesn’t let go. The slow-burn, emotionally raw, soul-shattering kind.
Some stories don’t come from imagination. They come from loss, from memory, from the ache to keep something alive.
I write the kind of love stories that leave a mark—slow-burn romance that feels real, hits hard, and dares you to feel everything.
My debut was born from grief. Now, I write to survive, to remember, and to remind readers that love can still rise from the ashes.
