🏍️ NO RULES. NO FEAR. NO SURVIVORS. 🔥

I don't write love stories. I write wreckage.

I write fists hitting jaws, engines screaming down midnight highways, and kisses that taste like blood and gasoline. Love isn't soft-it's a war, a riot, a bare-knuckle brawl where the only way out is through the fire. If you want pretty, close the damn book. If you want a ride that'll leave you bruised, breathless, and begging for more-keep up.

💀 My heroines don't break. They shatter bones.
🔥 My men aren't princes. They're wolves with teeth bared and hands made to destroy.
💋 My love stories don't bloom-they explode.

If you live for:
⚡ Romance that tastes like whiskey, sin, and recklessness
☠️ Men who ruin you in the best possible way
🖤 Heroines who don't need saving-but might just save you
🎶 Stories that sound like a screaming guitar solo at 100 mph

Then you're in the right place.

I don't do sweet. I don't do safe. I write the kind of stories that leave skid marks on your soul, that crash into your chest like a f*cking sledgehammer and don't apologize for it.

🚨 Buckle up, babe. You're about to take the hardest hit of your life. 🚨