Hi friends! Long time no post.

I’ve been mostly keeping up to date on my newsletter, so if you’ve missed these little missives, that’s the best place to find me, but I wanted to stop in here and let you know a couple of things:

1. How do you like the new look? It’s not quite finished yet, but the website redesign is underway and I’m digging. This is my doodles and magic and I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-how-I-“should”-be energy era and I’m letting my flag fly with this quirky little site of mine.
2. Speaking of I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-how-I-“should”-be energy, I have some really cool shit happening in my non-author life right now! Like, next level stuff, and I’m realizing I need to take all the shoulds off my author self for the time being to preserve my mental health and let me fully focus on and enjoy this season.

This isn’t a hiatus as much of a reprioritizing. I’m going to keep writing as it feels good to do it (because my current WIP is fucking 🔥 and I refuse to walk away from it) and I’m still going to be on social media when I want to. But you’ll see less marketing content from me, and fewer emails for the time being too. Come June or July, I’ll probably come right back to regularly scheduled programming–however that looks when all the dust settles.

In the meantime, please keep sharing my books with your friends and family, re-posting my posts, sharing on social media, etc. It means SO much more to me than I can convey in a blog post. Like, really.

Anyway, here’s the latest, juiciest little snipped I’ve written, as a thanks for sticking with me:

“You’re so… fucking…beautiful,” Kroh murmurs against my lips as we lay naked in his bed. There were sheets and blankets on here at some point but they’re long gone now, no idea where they went. 

I can’t help but smile as I let him keep kissing me. “You hated my guts the first time you saw me.” Remembering the first time he touched me—when he squeezed my wrists and pinned me against the wall, terrified and furious—has me getting hot all over again. And sad. I understand now, why he was so messed up over it. His father is a monster. 

“You hated me right back.” He kisses the corner of my mouth and it’s me who pulls back by scant inches this time. 

“I didn’t. I told myself I did, but I never hated you.” Even as a kid, while I stared at pictures of him and told myself he was the enemy, Kroh fascinated me. I’ve never hated him. 

“I didn’t hate you either.” He shakes his head, pushing hair from my face. “You scared me. That’s all.”