I used to read to escape. Now I write to pull people in. 

I spent years dreaming about worlds that weren't mine, then one day I snapped. Between two jobs, three kids, and a life full of tickets, I sat down and built. It's dark. It's mythic. It's messy. But at its core? People who bleed, break, and still reach for each other. 

No safety nets. No promises. Just shadows, scars, and the kind of love that survives apocalypse. Welcome, Buckle up. 

Your new favorite nightmare