I used to love all romance. No matter how cheesy, unrealistic, toxic, cringe-inducing, heartbreaking, smutty; if you put it in front of me I would eat it up. I'm just a sucker for love. 

I consume other genres, too. I love horror and mysteries in particular. I'll devour a fantasy novel in an afternoon. But romance is my soulmate genre. 

Recently, romance stories aren't fun anymore. Whatever I read isn't nearly as exciting or genuine as the love I've experienced in real life. The stories and characters felt dull and one-dimensional by comparison. I wanted to fall back in love with the genre, so I started writing stories for myself.

I hope, if you honor me by reading it, that this story sparks your interest as it has re-kindled mine. 

Your feedback is so welcome and appreciated. Please be kind. I am a marshmallow at heart.