.:. hello .:.

My world is bubbling with creative people. My mom can paint or draw in any medium you can name. My sister draws her own clothing and then sews them. My brother is one of the most talented cartoonists I've ever seen and he hopes to become an animator. My other brother writes incredible epics.

Throughout my entire childhood, my siblings and I filled our heads with fairies, vampires, super heroes, mermaids, elves, wizards, and more. We drew and dreamed and laughed. We watched Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, King Arthur, and Robin Hood spin-offs. We created stories together, dreaming about how we would one day write stories for the world to enjoy. We grew up in the forest and the wild, stomping through mud and ponds, rolling through long grass. We were wild and free and our minds brought forth vivid imaginings.

It's so easy to lose sight of it all as you grow up. I know I did, but then that forgotten side swelled until close to breaking and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I started writing. What began as a way to keep

My world is bubbling with creative people. My mom can paint or draw in any medium you can name. My sister draws her own clothing and then sews them. My brother is one of the most talented cartoonists I've ever seen and he hopes to become an animator. My other brother writes incredible epics.

Throughout my entire childhood, my siblings and I filled our heads with fairies, vampires, super heroes, mermaids, elves, wizards, and more. We drew and dreamed and laughed. We watched Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, King Arthur, and Robin Hood spin-offs. We created stories together, dreaming about how we would one day write stories for the world to enjoy. We grew up in the forest and the wild, stomping through mud and ponds, rolling through long grass. We were wild and free and our minds brought forth vivid imaginings.

It's so easy to lose sight of it all as you grow up. I know I did, but then that forgotten side swelled until close to breaking and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I started writing. What began as a way to keep myself sane during motherhood evolved into a drive I realized I didn't want to stop, so I kept going. It wasn't long before I found my passion in writing romantic suspense, falling in love with the tension focused outside of the main characters' romance.

Many of my fellow authors have fun taglines to go with the genre they write in, and while I haven't figured out what mine is yet, there's still time to figure that out. So far, the one thing I do know, is that I can't stay away from other genres, finding joy in writing the stories I enjoyed the most growing up. Stories with dragons, magic, royalty, apocalypses, and ghosts, all intertwined with my first love: romance.

"people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

~ maya angelou

.:. things I love .:.

It was actually my oldest who reawakened my love for the quiet of nature. We would explore together, him sighing to say, “Mom, I feel so happy here,” and then we would bond over the snapping twigs and crisp air.

There’s something serene and peaceful about the forest and I can’t seem to stay away.

There's something you just can't replace when it comes to books. I especially adore old ones. You know, the books that smell like thousands of years of adventure? Yeah. Those.

I'm also an oldie when it comes to books. There's just something magical about them. My favorite classics? Tolkien and Jane Austen. Favorite current day authors? Ali Hazelwood and...

The aromatic spices. The steam coming from the cup. The cream. Nothing compares.

It’s my drink of choice on a sleepy morning, especially when I sit down to write and the moment the warm drink touches my lips, I can’t help but close my eyes.

chai tea

forests

books

fuzzy socks

My dad, throughout my entire childhood (and even now, honestly) never failed to ask for socks for his birthday and Christmas.

Maybe that transferred to me, but I can't have a Christmas without brand new fuzzy socks and a soft blanket.