Confession time: I spent years pretending to be too sophisticated for romance novels. You know-browsing political thrillers and mysteries, acting like I had my literary life figured out.

Plot twist: I was secretly devouring romance novels at 2 AM like oxygen.

Turns out, after years of analyzing conspiracies and fictional murders, what I really craved was watching two people find each other against impossible odds.

I'm new to writing but have been a reader my whole life. Now, I'm fumbling through creating stories that kept me up way too late, heart racing and crying over characters who felt more real than my social life.

Fun fact: I still have a stash of political thrillers on my shelf that I'm meaning to read, but they're collecting dust while I'm here crafting scenes where two people slowly realize they're exactly what the other never knew they needed.