Stories written in candlelight, for readers who believe in happily ever after.
Tea-drinker, hopeless romantic, chronic over-writer of swoony first chapters.
I write the kind of love stories I want to disappear into: slow-burns with too much eye contact, banter that hides something tender, and endings that make you want to start the book all over again.
When I'm not writing, you'll find me rearranging my bookshelf by vibe instead of alphabet, drinking too much Earl Grey, and falling in love with my own characters a little more than I probably should.
Thank you for being here. Pull up a chair — there's a story waiting for you.
New stories currently being inked.