Erotic romance writer, traveler, journalist, reader. Lover of dark chocolate, female protagonists, yoga, and sexy stories.
When I tell people I write romance novels, I get myriad responses. By far, the ones I find most offensive are those people who ask,
Do you ever want to write real books?
Yeah. I do want to write real books. That’s why I write romance novels.
The writer aesthetic is cozy. It is sleepy and comfy, it is intentionally messy buns and no makeup and stretchy jeans. It is the uniform of the rainy-day, tea-drinking, muse-chasing writer, and it is my favorite.
A fear of heights or skittery-creeper-crawlies are pretty reasonable, given that falling a far distance could kill me and those skittery-creeper-crawlies could probably kill me too.
