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Overview: I’m a self-published author with two ongoing series: ‘Malefic Bloodlines’ and ‘From Yesterday to Always.’
I was born in Portland, OR and I will unashamedly claim that the PNW is the best place to be. Catch me with an iced coffee in hand, even in the rain and snow. My two dogs, Schmidt and Winston, are my life, even if they are arguably more toxic than my book characters.
I have a psych and criminal justice degree; I am passionate about expanding awareness and drawing attention to people of different abilities. My books will often feature LGBTQ characters, non monogamous relationships, characters with varying degrees of mental illness, and some difficult topics. I do my best to make these accurate, but they may also be dramatized for the sake of writing fiction.
My main genres are romance and fantasy. Some of my content is adult only, but I do write less mature content, so make sure to check the genres.
I hope you enjoy my books and leave me a review with your honest opinion!
Genre: Fiction > Romance Contemporary
Faded Pages (#1)
If someone ever needed a picture to conceptualize the term ’emotionally volatile’, I’d be the one screaming, "I volunteer as tribute." I was a mess, I couldn’t keep a ‘real job’, and I was prone to angry outbursts at the slightest provocation. TLDR; I was problematic. Toxic, if you believed every one of my exes.
If we were looking at the whole picture, I was not a catch. Men didn’t want someone difficult like me. They didn’t have the patience or the will and I didn’t blame them. A boring relationship with a guy that tolerated me was the best I could hope for. That was exactly who I’d been with for the past two years; a boyfriend that was kind of an asshole and barely acknowledged my existence.
Then… he showed up. Two years and an ocean had separated us, but now he was back and it seemed like he was on a mission to pull me back into his orbit.
Not happening. None for me, thanks. Okay, maybe a bite. Just one, though. I swear.
Sentence Redacted (#2)
Sometimes to understand the story, you have to go back to the beginning. Read between the lines. Evaluate all of the pieces to see how they fit together.
Instead of standing my ground when I came face to face with my own version of the devil two months ago, I ran away. Healthy? No. Effective? Temporarily.
Facing my past was a battle I had no interest in fighting, but it was stupid to think it’d come to anything else. I took what I wanted, claimed the love that I’d finally let myself believe I deserved. I forgot that things don’t work out for people like me.
We don’t get the boy and the house and the good life. We’re the scraps. The leftovers that someone else already chewed up and spat on the sidewalk.
Jaden did that. He really did a number on me; he managed to top all the other trauma I’d endured in my life. Now he was here, living in the love of my life’s house. Breathing the same air, in the same city, looking at the same moon I did every night.
So yes, I ran, but I couldn’t stay gone forever. Alright, Portland. What new horrors do you have for me this time around?
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