Dark Romance for Overachievers Burnout Queens

I write spice with feelings for women who color-code their Google calendars but can't find matching socks.

You know that thing where you're everyone's emotional support human, unofficial therapist, and the one who remembers birthdays? Yeah, I see you. And I write books where someone finally takes care of YOU for once.

My heroines aren't waiting to be saved. They're too busy auditing financial crimes, creating marketing campaigns, solving everyone's problems, and pretending they don't need a full body massage and someone to make them dinner.

My heroes? Morally questionable men who think consent is the sexiest word in the dictionary and know exactly where to put their hands without being told.

Between writing scenes that'll fog up your Kindle screen, I'm wrestling with spreadsheets at my day job, collecting fountain pens I'm afraid to use, and starting bullet journals I abandon after three pages. I drink my coffee cold because I forgot about it (again), send my author friends unhinged voice notes at 2 AM about plot twists, and yes, I absolutely did cry over fictional characters I created myself.

Fair warning: my books contain explicit consent, emotional vulnerability that hits like a truck, and men who remember what you said three chapters ago. Side effects may include unrealistic expectations, sudden urges to quit your job and find a grey morally hero to kidnap you, and the inability to settle for mediocre dirty talk.

If you want stories where love isn't perfect but it's real, where the spice comes with aftercare, and where "good girls" get to be complicated humans with messy desires… welcome home.

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