Love stories have been my passion, my favorite escape, and love itself is my life’s devotion. I have spent countless hours living in the books, songs, and films that ring with the praises of love. It was only when I found a true and unwavering love of my own that I was able to break through my shyness, and with encouragement share my stories openly. My real life love helps me bring depth and honesty to every one of my character’s relationships.
Stories of romance have been a natural avenue for me as an author. Love is where my heart sings, and where it always returns. As my stories of love and vulnerability hit the page, they are woven with the distractions of lust and conflict that my modern brain has come to know so well. This is a genre that truly suits me, and I hope to find an agent who can see my raw ability and drive.
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Love Like Dogs Do
​In Progress
3 spice level
When Marian's fiancé abandoned her and their dog rescue business, she was left trying to find some way to cope on her own. While trying to hire help Marian's best candidate was a tall man named Kaine, who just needed a job that was willing to hire an ex-con. He needed a fresh start, and she needed someone dependable for once.
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Sample text from book
Marian pulled into the parking spot in front of his place, and clicked to unlock the doors as Kaine walked up. He opened the cab to be hit with a wave of aromas. It was a wash that started with something foreign and sultry, mingled with coffee, and finished with a strong scent of dander. Kaine looked in to see Rosie's golden face peeking up over the center console, and just behind Marian smiling brightly at him, “Good morning.”
He sat down and buckled in. “So I take it you’re a morning person,” he said not quite in a grumble.
“Yeah,” she smiled, “One time when I was working at a coffee shop, an old Italian lady cussed me out for being too chipper too early in the morning.” She picked up the extra coffee and handed it toward him, “it’s just drip with some vanilla creamer.”
Kaine took it gratefully, “thank you.” He took a sip, “so how did you know she was Italian? Was she cussing at you in a different language?”
“Well yes,” Marian grinned fondly as she put the car in reverse and backed out to leave. “Plus I was working in a coffee shop in a town just outside Milan, Italy.”
Kaine’s eyebrows raised as the corners of his lips turned down, “yeah well that would explain it.”
“How’d you sleep?” Marian continued on cheerily.